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A fire is burning in his eyes

His brain is in war and the evil will rise

His blood is black, it´s scalding hot

Now he´s got to ramble,

He knows that´s his lot

Through the Blackstreets of the town

His steps are clanging

Now he´s wanton, oh he´s panting

In his hand a blade of solid steel

Now it´s the time you got to feel

Mad Butcher

He feels his driving, satisfaction he needs

He´s watching you pussy, he will get his food

And when he arises you think it´s a lover

But he likes strange practices, you´ll discover

You lie on your bed, your view real seems great

But instead of his prick,

He´s drawing his blade

Oh he´s so tender, when he makes love to you

That you couldn´t stand it,

It´s a pity for you