Heathen

I stand here with blade in hand Eager to please the night's demand Closely stalk the living dead Mere minutes before blood red Respect the glory of the flesh Cut carefully to eat it fresh Spread the skin from side to side The ripper's glorious homicide Blade in hand It's unplanned You need to understand Remorse hanged Death is grand It's gotten out of hand This city - it's my wasteland I cannot stop this impulse I just leave my mark in symbols Let the bodies rot in peace Cold blood murder, hate release Despise the nature of mankind Cannot escape this state of mind Unleash Hell on all these lives Just scream for help until death arrives Blade in hand It's unplanned You need to understand Remorse hanged Death is grand It's gotten out of hand This city - it's my wasteland My life is not important In love with death, so morbid I see no chance for freedom They call me Satan's heathen Blade in hand It's unplanned You need to understand Remorse hanged Death is grand It's gotten out of hand This city - it's my wasteland