You are living to defile
To resist your downfall
You are living in despise
Love at what you don't know
Spreading foul misery
A grave of such insanity
You are feeding your desires
With the smell of warm blood
Torn, broken as he dies
A last blow just follows
Feelings are washed in numb
Face down on the ground
Tell me, is there danger in your eyes?
Tell me, how does it feel?
Tell me, is there blood on your hands?
Tell me, how is it to kill?
Tell me, is there danger in your eyes?
Tell me, how does it feel?
Tell me, is there blood on your hands?
Tell me, how is it to kill?
Tell me about your pitiful existence
Is it really worth living in disgrace?
Look through the eyes of the insane
And give evil a face
Scars you tore remain
Just waves of possessed refrain
Stalking, hunting down your preys
This is your desire
Attacking, striking down your prey
This is your desire
Tell me, is there danger in your eyes?
Tell me, how does it feel?
Tell me, is there blood on your hands?
Tell me, how is it to kill?
To kill
To kill