I Bathe In Their Blood

I am the blinding rage, sadistic pain
 I hail mass murders and all mentally depraved
 Die, die, die
 I treat all the same
 The voice in my heads says to dig another grave
 A line of instruments deranged and infected
 All cries of mercy, violently rejected
 I want blood, I love violence
 A hammer takes you kneecaps
 You will not die in silence
 To torture, to murder
 I bathe in their blood, with an axe and a saw
 I cut you shapeless, your torso lifeless
 I bathe in their blood
 Days of torture will not satisfy my needs
 To bathe in their blood and ejaculate my seed
 Bound to your death, skinned and dissected
 Piece by piece, bit by bit, hacked, molested
 A trail of blood leads to a fresh open grave
 I nail your coffin and let your innards decay
 Gasoline stench, ground an entrail infusion
 Mass grave of victims, the final resolution
 To torture, to murder
 This domain of death is mine, what reeks of life will die
 Your death is mine, what reeks of life will die
 I bathe in their blood