Killing Is All

Here I stand, a broken man

Betrayed by the people that I called my friends

Now they're gone - I've sent them to hell

I'm not the jester of a system to fail

I trusted them all - they broke my neck

Now they're gone and they won't come back

You'll suffer the pain - I'll give it to you

You'll suffer eternally for my rage is cruel

Splattered corpses lie on the floor

Is there anyone left? - I'm hungry for more

My vengeance was bitter, bloody and hard

They should have known better - killing is art

I twist my knife into their hearts

I hear their screams - they make ma laugh

Their fear is my pleasure, my nectar divine

I am the priest of death - this is my sacrifice

Blood stains my hands, my clothes and my face

Drips from my fingers and pours from their veins

Runs down my throat as I devour their hearts

Slaughter is beautiful and killing is art