Born To Kill

Cut the cartridge no fear
shoots the arm without feeling
hate and madness, sick life.
Thirst for vengeance no remorse.

Take a knife, destroy the bodies, blood splash
cutting with force, organs exposed in the darkness
removes the hide crushing the bones,
defecating the bodies
without tomb neither prayer will go to hell

A sure shot, will detonate
damned soldier, waiting to kill.

Born to kill, aims the arms
presses the fucking trigger
born to kill, remember combats, you go mad more
born to kill, sounds of bullets torment your mind
born to kill, satiate the thirst...

Many shots, more deaths, blood flying
altered thoughts

Heaps of bodies bleeding in the floor

Camouflage your body with rotten blood,
your victims...lift the look...
take the weapon, you shoot.

Fuck the cadavers, eat organs, spilled blood
pest, madness, rot
human meat...crushed, brutal massacre
gore, raving
atrophied mentality
sick, tortuous.