Cast down in mortal disguise - belittles himself among the pagans

With razor sharp precision - he carves another prize of death



Not willing to hear pathetic pleas for life



Thought to all in life as kind - surgical seduction, he lifts the gleaming blade

To taste the tainted blood of desire - embedding the blade into harlot flesh



Not willing to hear pathetic pleas for life



Theme



Strategically placed mutilation - he shall then complete the pentacle circle

He's been never caught nor found - a grave sickness, never to be equaled