The Art Of Headhunting. . Chop, chop, chop. off comes the head. I'm on a killing spree, machete in hand. run for your life, run for your life. headhunter.
somewhere in the darkness, another dies. somewhere in the darkness, a child cries. somewhere in the darkness, you scream in vain. somewhere in the darkness, it awaits.
The shadow of the reaper, the shadow of the dead. Entombs the lifeless. The darkest black is cast. The shadow of the reaper, will you take its hand. The shadow of the reaper, the grave now calls to you.
The hearse awaits to drive you to hell. the coffin opens, you're dead on the table. I prepare the peices for burial. brain removed as I stick in the needle.
Now that you're dead. You fight my. Torment. The struggle the pain overtakes you. Forever your spirit will suffer and never. Return you never return from deep in the.
the hopeless, the terrifies. you're petrified, its time to die. i vomit in the face of the faithful. the mislead, the ignorant. the ones who are truly dangerous.
I'm going straight to hell. to burn in flames with the devil. fuck the church and that christian shit. my tombstone's carved with a six six six. i don't care about the lies that you preach.