I will not perish into your filthy darkness
My time has not yet arrived and it will never come
Many of 'em screamed of it and the lives of many
Of them I took away
I will break your neck against the edge of my machete
I will shed your skin in this enormous lava ground
Born with malignant intent
My being feeds only through their pain
My eyes are perceiving their uncovered weakness
Leading to my bloodlust
An assassination without its cruelty
An unfelt shredder grind their reality
I will break your head against the edge of my machete
I will shed your skin in this enormous lava ground
Kill wuithout cosciousness
Let the knives make their path
Through your body