He who holds a passion

For all that is extreme

A live burning passion 

like nothing you`ve ever seen



Kill, kill – all the little voices tells him to

Kill, kill – all that is alive can be

Killed, killed – all the little voices tells him to

Kill, kill – all that is alive can be killed



He who holds a passion 

For all that is extreme

A live burning passion 

Like nothing you`ve ever seen

Cant beat the rush

From deceving humans into his evil plot

Raped as a teen, molested as child

He doesn't care for a single fucking human life



Gather the dead

Victims of human disease

Gather the dead

Onto a growing pile of human flesh

Kill, kill, kill

Cant you see?

You have to kill someone to feel free

Kill, kill, kill

Cant beat the rush

From killing humans and letting them rot



Unafraid Punishment

He will claim temporary insanity



All he wants is to see you bleed



Gather the dead



Gather the dead



Kill, kill, kill

Cant you see?

You have to kill someone to feel free

Kill, kill, kill

Cant beat the rush

From killing humans and letting them rot



Capture of souls

He kills to feel free