Из альбома: Season Of The Dead
I lust for your pain
classified sadistically insane
try to survive
run but you can't hide
within my grasp, tense with fear
I'm on the hunt
a psychopathic rage
next victim soom will die
sadistic grunt, post mortal cries
scream writhe in sweat
painful discharge
I tear your limbs apart
death now descends
rip out your heart there is no one like me
I have no remorse or pity
walk among the night if you dare
I have no name
I'm your worst fucking nightmare
my satisfacation
instinctive reaction
to my blackened soul
I have no control
kill at command
no need to understand
why it has chosen me