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Distant voices of the dead guide me on my path

They command me, "thou shalt kill", peace of mind at last

She screams so beautifully as a twist the knife

The voices are rejoicing as I take her life

Stalking in the shadows, I'm hunting through the night

Searching my next victim, a virgin sacrifice

Carving off her face, wear it upon my own

Chopping off the head to decorate my home

Mutilated in my cellar and left to decompose

Hanged on hooks and left for days until I see their bones

I will continue killing, I like them better dead

An enemy of the living hearing voices in my head

And so the voices guide me on, telling me to kill

They control my every move, no mind nor own free will

Desecrate their lifeless bodies, violate their flesh

They are much more beautiful in the silent sleep of death