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