Sick of Fighting
de Torso
Eight corpses remaining fleshless
Murderer unknown - no hope is left
What still remains is the thrill of terror
You´ll never catch me - more joining soon
Pain and suffer make me strong
Lust for blood still not unbound
What still remain is the thrill of terror
You´ll never catch me - more to be dead
Screams turn to silence
Flesh into dust
I watch the body
How sweet does it bleed
Smell the perfume of rotten flesh
I´m leading the knife slicing the dead
I free the torso of legs and hands
Consuming the entrails in little sacks
Another one missing murderer unknown
Never to be found
In the cellar - the tomb
Violence - the thrill of my game
Neverending lust for pain
Emptiness inside my eyes
Everything´s lost - something remains
The thrill of terror inside my mind
The lust to murder that keeps me strong
Week humans die through my hand
Eternal silence shall remain
Another body still not found
Murderer unknown...
...Still unknown
What still remains is the thrill of terror
You´ll never catch me
I´ll catch you first
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