Carnage

I sense you,  I can smell your fear
if I'm the hunter,  you're the deer,
want my teeth inside your soul,
swallow your will,  swallow you whole.

Sweet carnage has no room for rest,

leaves you as a bloody mess,

makes you shiver, love the pain

and offer me your throat again...

Then, finally I'm done with you,
but don't you ever think we're through.

'Cause for the rest of your life you will dream

to be once again devoured by me...