The buthcher now is on your back
His initials makes your fear stack
Never seen in the same place
This is the story of your scarried face
Screaming in pain,
Now you know your death is near
The black rope is in his hands,
With the sharp blades he`ll appear
I've cast the Curse
Of death on you to make your end
Murderous speed to conceal
You`ll grind the teeth, you`ll beg on mercy
Your pray is senseless `cause I`m a heresy
My fierce aggression is out of nowhere
My rage possession is not get lower
Screaming in pain,
Now you know your death is near
The black rope is in his hands,
With the sharp blades he`ll appear
I've cast the Curse
Of death on you to make your end
Murderous speed to conceal
Initials of a maniacs!
Ripping the flesh in the dark
Blood on the pavement
Staines in the morning that`s stark
Rumors is flying across this place
The story of your cripple face
Screaming in pain,
Now you know your death is near
The black rope is in his hands,
With the sharp blades he`ll appear
I've cast the Curse
Of death on you to make your end
Murderous speed to conceal
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