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