Murder Fantasies (исполнитель: Kreator)
Murder Fantasies mind consumed with anger From the womb I was insane I cannot help but hate you now Can't breath cannot think straight Like a wounded beast I long for your death vision of you dying is forming in my head I look down on the things you stand for a believe I crave control of subjects I will take you to the final extreme I want to kill you Take away your life In torture as you die I want to kill you Your death I want to feel Create your corpse in murder fantasies Feel [bad word] closer Eyes all filled with tears As long as you don't fade away The pain won't disappear Nothing will be left of your repulsive world I'll take you to a place where your cries Cannot be heard My laughter, like salt, I pour into your wounds Hysteric screams of pleasure An abstract violent soundtrack to your doom I want to kill you Take away your life In torture as you die I want to kill you Your death I want to feel Create your corpse in murder fantasies Just you and me now the ritual begins There will be no emotion just cold-blooded killing When you least expect it I'll stand before you Don't try to escape for today My [bad word] [bad word] I want to kill you, I want to kill you, I want to kill you I'll make you suffer I'll make you scream I will be known as dispose the supreme Inhale from those I despise Expendable, taker of life Caress the blade, I lay waste Erased!!!