Die Victim spotted, in a mind's eye Learn to mistrust, time to die Soft skin held Tight in a hand Now the cold skin Holds his trance Eyes fixated, on a plan of attack No measure to small No blood will lack Groan of fear Last breath expelled Weakening grip Innocent fall Exitement arrise Violent contact Look into cold eyes Homicidal rant Veins empty blood So much blood Drawn from this blade Tere will be no exemption No one All they must be slain Be slain