Blood Feast - 2. Kill for Pleasure 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!