Thrill of terror

Eight corpses remaining fleshless
Murderer unknown - no hope is left

What still remains is the thrill of terror
You´ll never catch me - more joining soon

Pain and suffer make me strong
Lust for blood still not unbound

What still remain is the thrill of terror
You´ll never catch me - more to be dead

Screams turn to silence
Flesh into dust
I watch the body
How sweet does it bleed
Smell the perfume of rotten flesh
I´m leading the knife slicing the dead

I free the torso of legs and hands
Consuming the entrails in little sacks
Another one missing murderer unknown
Never to be found
In the cellar - the tomb

Violence - the thrill of my game
Neverending lust for pain
Emptiness inside my eyes
Everything´s lost - something remains

The thrill of terror inside my mind
The lust to murder that keeps me strong

Week humans die through my hand
Eternal silence shall remain

Another body still not found
Murderer unknown...
...Still unknown

What still remains is the thrill of terror
You´ll never catch me
I´ll catch you first