His mind is psycholic and the evil will rise

His blood is black it's scalding hot

Now he's got to ramble he Lenows that's him destiny

Through the backstreets of the town

His steps are slanging

Now he is horny searching for a flesh

In his hand a blade of steel

Now it's time you're got it to feel

Mad butcher

He feels his driving satisfaction he needs

He's watching your p***y you will be his food

And when he appears you'll think he is a lover

But he likes his strange way of loving you will decover

You lie on your bed your expectance is rising

But instead of his prick he's taking his blade

Oh he's so tender when he makes love to you

That you can't stand it it's a pity for you

Through the backstreets of the town

His steps are slanging

Now he is horny searching for a flesh

In his hand a blade of steel

Now it's time you're got it to feel