You behold a beast that lives inside your darkened mind, You hold a creature that preys at darkest nights. You go to sleep in sight but to sleep you shall never go, Your raging spirit aches to swallow souls. You are a killer.
The life you live, shaken, tremulously. Demented souls you devour meticulously. The blood you sip from the skulls relentlessly. Sins of joy, sins of joy. You are a killer.
The poor children cry, the poor children cry. You never hear but yet you listen. You swallow swords; you swallow blades as the sun it shines. You utter words of encouragement and hide your face from the light. You are a killer.
You act as brave as the knights of Templar, And slice your blade in a stranger. You shape a world of delightfulness and stump on it. You are a killer, you are a killer.