From Hell کے بول

Take a look inside my cold and empty eyes Gaze into the horrors of my mind Driven by your screams Demons haunt my dreams And death's my only friend Feel the kiss of my blade Master and it's slave Wicked and impure And from your grave, no, you can't be saved It's your blood that I crave And in the dark, I will leave my mark upon your ivory skin Feel the kiss of my blade Master and it's slave Wicked and impure And I know I’ll die alone, but this knife is all that I need And my whole world turns bloody red In darkness shrouded, in crimson bathed Watch as I play my little games Enmity is my legacy Reeking of misanthropy And you'll find me lurking Behind every door and every corner you turn Bastard son of man Catch me if you can, but no one knows who I am