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 damned 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 damned 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