This is my life, I live for my blade. Raised high in my hand it glistens in the light, stained with vengeance it shows my addiction. It’s a cold hearted weapon and knows no pain; fueled by the fires of Lucifer I already feel what has now become my murder fetish. This demon is embedded internally filling me with hate, a demand for mans destruction and to watch them bleed. It ripped through flesh, it pulled through your veins. A murder fetish on the loose and all I feel is rage a lifeless stain inside of me, I’ve become a rabid beast, my life sentenced to hell, and I will not be complete until I bring you down.