2. Kill for Pleasure
He sees the body unprepared
Stalking the prey everywhere
Moves in for the kill tonight
Too late to run
Raise of the sledge
Bring it down on her head
Hunting victims out of lust
Embedding the terror
His sledge will never lust
See the body lie on the floor
You panic then race for the door
Kill for pleasure
Satisfy the need
Kill for pleasure
Make her bleed
Prowling the graves, he looks for souls
Fit for slaves, some heads are gonna roll
Stalking find clue at one hellish sight
Of the killers presence, end of his plight
Kill for pleasure...kill for pleasure! |
