Crematory - Victims | Текст песни

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SOON I FEEL THE POWER
SURGING THROUGH MY SOUL
I FEEL A HATRED DEEP AND PURE
NO BLOODSHED COULD CONSOLE

NOW THE CHANGE BECOMES ME
MY TERROR GROWS WITHIN
AND AS I SCREAM FOR VENGEANCE
I START MY LIFE OF SIN

SEEKING OUT MY VICTIMS
LAUGHING AT THEIR PLEES
WHAT CARE I WHEN I AM
THE VICTIM OF LYCANTROPY

SUDDENLY I SNIFF YOUR SCENT
YOUR BLOOD SMELLS SO SWEET
I LUST TO FEAST UPON YOUR HEART
AND ON YOUR RAW RED MEAT

SPRINGING FROM THE SHADOWS
I´M RIPPING OUT YOUR BRAIN
YOUR BODY FLAILS IN TORMENT
AND THRASHES FROM THE PAIN

SEEKING OUT MY VICTIMS
LAUGHING AT THEIR PLEES
WHAT CARE I WHEN I AM
THE VICTIM OF LYCANTROPY

NEXT TIME HEED THE WARNINGS
WHEN NIGHT COMES SOON
DON´T EVER WALK INTO WOOD
BENEATH THE FULL WHITE MOON