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Wintermorning
The scream remain from last nightwhen he skilfuled took her life
It? s not heroic
When he slices them with a knifebut his desire dies
He is killing for pleasure
To decrease his desire
How many bodies can we count now
You have made the crimson snow
Another victim
Was found couldn? t be recognizedhe must have felt joy
Hear my warning
Don? t walk under the dark skycause he roams when it falls
He is killing for pleasure
To decrease his desire
How many bodies can we count now
You have made the crimson snow
It must have burnt like a fireto get caught and facing a trial
He must pay for his crimessentenced to death for all those lives
Executed
He will be on our TV screensthey are going to fry his brain
In the electric chair
We see his eyes turning redwhen he slowly joins the dead
He was killing for pleasureto decrase his desire
Now his body is meltedentertainment we created
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