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Pure little child shoots its mother dead

First victim was no accident

He tried to get her but got ripped apart

Wielding the axe and decapitate

Pitchfork strikes and impales the neck

A bloody hook to rip intestines out

Kill the bastard and rip him in half

There's endless ways to kill and mutilate

By sword, by pick, by axe, bye bye

By sword, by pick, by axe - you'll die!

By sword, by pick, by axe, bye bye

By Sword, by pick, by axe - you'll die!

Deadly terror is what feeds him good

Let the blood flow, let it flow

In the eyes of a hellish fiend

You're only worthy when you're dead

By sword, by pick, by axe, bye bye

By sword, by pick, by axe - you'll die!

By sword, by pick, by axe, bye bye

By Sword, by pick, by axe - you'll die!

No chance to control this horrid mind

The impulse strikes to fulfill the need

He must crush, and slash,

and stab, and obliterate

There's no escape from the jaws of death

Slice your skin, rip your flesh apart

Take your soul, leave you ripped and torn

Total hate, the need to mutilate

Which each time he gets reborn