I crave violence and I wish to slaughter
I feel no pain and that is my power
I wish to see my crimson blade melt through your face
I have a hunger and I wish to devour
I am immortal and all powerful
I am a wound and shall not fail
I have a hunger and I wish to devour
I feel no pain and that is my power
Slicing through weakness like scissors cutting paper
I have a bloodlust and wish to dismember
Bodies will be laying face down in the mud
The air will smell of burnt cloth and blood
Thousands shall die before I close my eyes
This is my passion
There is no peace
The hatred flows through me