Smite

Incessant desire for flesh

I chew on your face and mark it with stabs

Make you drown in its pity

As blood covers my face

Indulging my passion

In the devils embrace

Sadistic it may seem

And so it is!

Peremptory assassin

I've got some time to play

I thrive to kill

Can't talk me out of this

Was born with ill-will

Mutilated into art As your suspended ribs comes apart

Your skin is torn from tool grips

I crush your fingertips

Together with my conscience

The insatiable urge to smother

Confirms that I'm a killer

Deformed to the extreme

Now you know it's real

Violence and no remorse

No mercy on my quest

Impaled with demonic force

Severe bleeding chest

Saturated with blood

To smite

Mutilated into art As your suspended ribs comes apart

Your skin is torn from tool grips

I crush your fingertips

Together with my conscience