4 acessos
Driven by the need
This hunger I must feed
To prey on the wretched and weak
With my tools by my side
Im a shadow roaming this night
I carry out my obsession
This passion so vile and precise
Perpetuating fear
I always near
There seem to be no reason
It's all unclear
Hellbent...
Hellbent...
An orgasmic release
for now time has ceasse
With speed and hiding
I carry out my craft
Slicing the flesh out this unworthy whore
I take what I want and leave the rest behind
A massacred carcass they will find
This mass of mangled flesh
The embodiment of my hate
So perfectly placed
No intention of hiding what I create
I take what I want and leave the rest behind
A massacred carcass they will find
This mass of mangled flesh
The embodiment of my hate