Celebrate The Blade

Cold steel pressed into his palm
His eyes reflect no light
Instinct drives his will to kill
A hunter of the night

Moral guide-lines blurred
To kill without one word
"I have no God"
Celebrate the blade

Brutality in perfect motion
A master of his art
Flesh his canvas; sufferance due
in frenzy; torn apart

Celebrate...Celebrate the blade

Acting out sick fantasies
To kill and kill again
Relentless he will track you down
The only question: "when"?

Exquisite in his violence
He'll play games with your blood
Swift incision; blade comes down
Left face down in the mud