Verse Stalking in the night Following you silently Always out of sight Dreams to kill you violently Carrying axe in hand He makes his sudden attack In seconds you’re dead Your cranium severed in half Chorus He doesn’t need jewelry He’s doing that for pleasure With unrestrained cruelty Like a demonic creature Verse Joined other victims In his sinister shelter The mental sickness Infect his brain with anger Intestines pulled out Torsos are roughly pierced through Blood is dripping down From bodies hanging on hooks Chorus He doesn’t need your money He’s doing that for pleasure Torturing breathless bodies Like a demonic creature
Dismembering, evisceration to show supremacy lost conscious, complete dementation faded reality