Paroles de Metallström/Face the Bütcher

I'm a friend of hell - exekutioner is my name The art of steele I preach - after dark I flash the blade My trade is that of sin - forbidden desire I crave Sweet lady in the night - high heels and lipstick games Predator of Sex & violence Korruptor of the moral law A slave to darkness and desire To evilness I only bow In alleyways so dark The whore's my only mark Here comes the Metalstorm - face the Bütcher An Iron Fükk she kneels A gag on cock and Steele Here comes the Metalstorm - face the Bütcher Work the sidewalk king - blakk leather's what they wear Lick their lips with lust - fool me with their stare Their trade is that of sin - they don't know what's to come Or cum is what they think - but the blade's the final sting Backstreet danger loving Empty eyes that stare A piece of tail wants action Horny wicked glare Skin so soft as silk Switchblade cold as Steele A match in lustful heaven To Bütcher king she kneels