Bloodlust

A perfect camouflage , would you deny an invitation to a tea party ?
When the first two came in I smashed their heads with a bottle of baccardi,
Silenced, hurt, dragged into the closet by my bloody needs I want to feed,
As i fulfill my desire for a smell of death , I improve my killing technique.

Possesed by bloodlust, I need to act fast , no time to waste ,
The greedy spins of my hatchet break their bones in fucking haste.
"Ouh Yeah" yells my throat as I bow before the fresh guests,
Welcome to the hell party directed by king of the regrets.

With no mercy used in lyrical picture which I`m about to draw you,
The very first step of the bruthal game with victims is nothing new,
You rush into choping their body parts...and yes here comes the scream,
Bathing in the streams of blood and guts,sodomized by violent dream !