Sick for Blood

Waiting for the night darkness
The harvester is tense and anxious
And for the pleasure to see blood
Today he must to kill

Controlled for the cruel instinct
He slay no compassion
And look him a God
He define his attitude

His thirst is insatiable
His compromise is with the death
And for the blood desire
His mind is tortured

Controlled for the cruel instinct
He slay no compassion
And look him a God
He define his attitude

He has psycho feature
That converts him merciless and cruel
That is a paranoiac profile
Felling pleasure to be suffering

And on the espial of his victim
That doesn’t know his
Nor the that waiting him
Being to boon of the occasion

His watch is almost hypnotizer
His gestures hide his dark side
With a big power of manipulation
His victims are easy seduce

And the moment that match he waited gone
Loing all that his mind keeper

Maybe today he’ll sleep in peace
Because one more victim he done
But soon he’ll kill back
Because he need that to live
Waiting for the night darkness
The harvester is tense and anxious
And for the pleasure to see blood
Today he must to kill

Controlled for the cruel instinct
He slay no compassion
And look him a God
He define his attitude