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My hands got used to holding an axe

My haunting grounds abound with heads

I wait for victims on the darkest streets

I bear a bag with bloody gifts

The special set of butcher’s knives

The filthy pit is full of scalps

The art of carving human bones

The skulls for temple of cruel gods

Neck is crunching

Skin is peeling

Dead eyes staring into void

Give your skull! Give your skull!

Forgive me father

For I have sinned

Cause my collection

Is still not filled

Fifty more heads

Should be cut down

Fifty more skulls

Will hit the ground

My den is hidden

From human eyes

No one has wisdom

To realize

I hunt the people

I take their skulls

To build a chapel

Of sacrifice

I had a vision, I heard a voice

There was no time to make a choice

I saw a temple with walls of skulls

Which stood in a forest in ancient times

Empowered by the demonic seal

I vowed to fulfill his will

Abode of the demon will be rebuilt

The blood of victims will feed his greed

Neck is crunching

Skin is peeling

Dead eyes staring into void

Give your skull! Give your skull!

Forgive me father

For I have sinned

Cause my collection

Is still not filled

Fifty more heads

Should be cut down

Fifty more skulls

Will hit the ground

My den is hidden

From human eyes

No one has wisdom

To realize

I hunt the people

I take their skulls

To build a chapel

Of sacrifice