The hunt for victims
Faceless and weak
Their flesh, torn and broken
Through torture I get my peace
...I see their dying eyes
Through murder I come alive
They test my tolerance
I bet they regret
I feel no repent
Cause lives are meaningless
Impale their hearts with fear
Embrace the decayed
Worship the blood within and
Become torment entrenched
Derailed from path of light and repent
They will never find your broken molested remains
In a graveyard for all victims of the human God deranged
They will never know your violent torturous demise
As you are forgotten and scream only in my mind
The hunt for victims
Faceless and weak
Their flesh, torn and broken
Through torture I get my peace
...I see their dying eyes
Through murder I come alive
They will never find your broken molested remains
In a graveyard for all victims of the human God deranged
They will never know your violent torturous demise
As you are forgotten and scream only in my mind
