The world through the eyes of a murderer
Twisted faces that pray to be mutilated
A memory is haunting his mind
Like every young boy dreaming of horror
He wrote those words in blood
Took a hammer and smashed his parents skulls to pieces
He has born in a place where bodies are melting
And sick voices command to do sick things
And scissors awaited for me every night to be caressed
He forced you to see him him mutilating bodies and eat their livers
The sick mind is burning in a room made of flesh
He is a sinner
And preys to be eaten alive in the depths of his heart and mind
The victims of an innocent, young boy's mind
Every night they hear
Voices of the dead and d***ed
Haunting every movement you will ever make
You will burn
Blood streaming down the stairs
Mass executions are not in the history
Let out the whip of execution in me
In me...
Terrible nightmares and hallusinations ruin their lives
The spirit of murderer will never stop to chase you
You will suffer
There's no one to help you
The sick flesh cannot be imprisoned
And the more you fear him, the more you suffer
And everything will end up in laughter
The litte boy destroying your body
And raising your head on his hands
You see your own body split wide open
And a myriad of rats eating all of your liver
The spirit of murderer will never stop to chase you
Voices of the dead and d***ed
Haunting every movement you will ever make
You'll never die
Blood streaming down the stairs
Mass executions are not in the history
Let out the whip of execution in me
In me...
He runs in a frozen labyrinth from victim to another
Twisted faces that pray to be mutilated
A memory is haunting his mind
Like every young boy dreaming of horror
He wrote those words in blood
Took a hammer and smashed his parents skulls to pieces
He has born in a place where bodies are melting
And sick voices command to do sick things
And scissors awaited for me every night to be caressed
He forced you to see him him mutilating bodies and eat their livers
The sick mind is burning in a room made of flesh
He is a sinner
And preys to be eaten alive in the depths of his heart and mind
The victims of an innocent, young boy's mind
Every night they hear
Voices of the dead and d***ed
Haunting every movement you will ever make
You will burn
Blood streaming down the stairs
Mass executions are not in the history
Let out the whip of execution in me
In me...
Terrible nightmares and hallusinations ruin their lives
The spirit of murderer will never stop to chase you
You will suffer
There's no one to help you
The sick flesh cannot be imprisoned
And the more you fear him, the more you suffer
And everything will end up in laughter
The litte boy destroying your body
And raising your head on his hands
You see your own body split wide open
And a myriad of rats eating all of your liver
The spirit of murderer will never stop to chase you
Voices of the dead and d***ed
Haunting every movement you will ever make
You'll never die
Blood streaming down the stairs
Mass executions are not in the history
Let out the whip of execution in me
In me...
He runs in a frozen labyrinth from victim to another