Testo Victims - Crematory

Victims

Soon I feel the power
Surging through my soul
I feel a hatred deep and pure
No bloodshed could console
Now the change becomes me My terror grows within
And as I scream for vengeance
I start my life of sin
Seeking out my victims
Laughing at their pless
What care I when I am The victim of lycantropy
Suddenly I sniff your scent
Your blood smells so sweet
I lust to feast upon your heart
And on your raw red meat
Springing from the shadows
I’m ripping out your brain
Your body flails in torment
And thrashes from the pain
Springing from the shadows
I’m ripping out your brain
Your body flails in torment
And thrashes from the pain
Seeking out my victims
Laughing at their pless