Until i heard no more screams

Cutting your head

That’s falling down

Organs outside of your body

The rust of my chain

Mixing with your blood

One by one in a row

At the Slaughterhouse

Diabolical smile

On my face

I hate these poor souls

Locked in my basement

My soul is vanished now

I'm a killing machine

To put an end

To my victims

As I become

More and more crazy

The only thing

I need

Is my chainsaw

Seeking my enemies

Sweat on my forehead

Without a chance to escape

My murders are numbered by the millions

I would always remain prolific

Pushing through my trauma

Who hеlps me achieve thе impossible

To Destroy all those who want to contradict me

Running on them

Catch them

Punish their innocence

Running on them

Catch them

My next hunting trophy

Running on them

Catch them

To taste later

Running on them

Catch them

For my fascination