Testo di Malice

Blood is my inebriant Every fetid drop Drives my sick impulses An envy of the slaughtered My cold desires rage Every kill's a trophy Just another victim One more to quell my pain To calm this agitation Bear witness to this malice An undying thirst for vice The sight, the smell, the taste Fear this day, it is your last Prepare for me, your die is cast Survival unreal, all hope is lost Beg now for my mercy Give me just a reason and I'll fucking destroy you This power is me, a force of gods It's over you'll see Give me another reason and I'll fucking destroy you Fuck you come get some of this shit