Last chance

No remorse,only targets
In my own code of conduct
Broken toy no one loves me
Hate my own mind holocaust.

Terror, fear, social rejection
Create a horrible monster
Cutthroat.

Now my weapons are ready
Instruments of torture
Willing to be used.

I catch you in the night
Ready to make all suffer
My blades knife and axes
Drinks the taste of blood
All my pleasures operate together
Smiling with your stolen meat
All my nightmares becoming dreams
Seeing your dark mourn.

Torture horror pain
Enjoy your suffer eternal pleasure
Damaging you in my cave

Stay hidden is your last chance!

No remorse only targets
In my own code of conduct
Hate my own mind holocaust.