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Eight corpses remaining fleshless

Murderer unknown - no hope is left

What still remains is the thrill of terror

You´ll never catch me - more joining soon

Pain and suffer make me strong

Lust for blood still not unbound

What still remain is the thrill of terror

You´ll never catch me - more to be dead

Screams turn to silence

Flesh into dust

I watch the body

How sweet does it bleed

Smell the perfume of rotten flesh

I´m leading the knife slicing the dead

I free the torso of legs and hands

Consuming the entrails in little sacks

Another one missing murderer unknown

Never to be found

In the cellar - the tomb

Violence - the thrill of my game

Neverending lust for pain

Emptiness inside my eyes

Everything´s lost - something remains

The thrill of terror inside my mind

The lust to murder that keeps me strong

Week humans die through my hand

Eternal silence shall remain

Another body still not found

Murderer unknown...

...Still unknown

What still remains is the thrill of terror

You´ll never catch me

I´ll catch you first