Woorden: Pungent Stench. Hypnos.

let me touch your skin
with my ice-cold knife
I love see it red
and you'll love more

do it again & again
put it inside me
I can't live without
the knife tastes so good
let me feel ice-cold steel
please drive inside the knife
I won't stop still you drop
to the floor and cry for more
it's enough too hard stuff
let me out before I shout

shut your mouth, hold on your breath
before my knife - brings you death

now I want more
I know what you need
my knife will rip
still you bleed

I'll never stop
I greed for more
I get now lust
I want more gore