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Looking through your horrid eyes

Stabbing,ripping only for a reason

To feel your worm blood running of my hands

It`s a big pleasure,to disgrace your scum body

Misery son of a bitch!

No reason to say,

I don`t have motive or explanation

I don`t have it for the pleasure

The pleasure of slay!!

Skinning I will quite it all

To make a mask,a mask of horror

To show you the real face of the mad

A mad fucker like me!

The rest of your corpse to feed the worms

Join to the true carnage dying in a big pile

The night is a tenebraus cloak

Give a good sight of all dead bodies

No reason to say anything

I don`t have motive or explanation

All rationals theories,not heal my damage brain

It`s the pleasure of slay!

Feel the pleasure,the pleasure of slay!