Mad Butcher - Destruction

Mad ButcherFire is burning in his eyesHis brain is in war, the evil will riseHis blood is black, it's scalding hotHe's got to ramble, he knows that's his lot
Through the Blackstreets of the townHis steps are clangingNow he's wanton, oh, he's pantingIn his hand a blade of solid steelNow it's the time you got to feel
Mad ButcherHe feels his driving, satisfaction he needsHe's watching you pussy, he will get his foodAnd when he arises you think it's a loverHe's got strange practices to discover
You lie on your bed, your view real seems greatBut instead of his prick, he's drawing his blade, come onOh, he's so tender when he makes love to youThat you couldn't stand it, it's a pity for you
Through the Blackstreets of the townHis steps are clangingNow he's wanton, oh, he's pantingIn his hand a blade of solid steelNow it's the time you got to feel