Hunter of the human heart, tearing his skin.
Opening his skull and tearing your brain.
It is easy to kill a man like a pig.
Scream for mercy on the ground in agony.
Cutting your bones and enjoying.
In your face, i see the tears flow.
The fear of death, torture and pain.
Soon it will be forgotten like the rest.
Faces unknown-the trophy will be your head.
One by one, the black bag is full again.
Tearing his eyes and his tongue.
Eating their flesh with you still alive.
Feeling the blood run down my throat.
Chewing the pieces of his undead body.
A deep bite and his last breath.
All this is just hungry for human flesh.
Its guts are easy to swallow soft.
And the sweet taste of their flesh fills my mouth.
Mutilated bodies are still fresh.
Blood on my hands, i want more...