Cast down in mortal disguise — belittles himself among the pagans
With razor sharp precision — he carves another prize of death
Not willing to hear pathetic pleas for life
Thought to all in life as kind — surgical seduction, he lifts the gleaming blade
To taste the tainted blood of desire — embedding the blade into harlot flesh
Not willing to hear pathetic pleas for life
Theme
Strategically placed mutilation — he shall then complete the pentacle circle
He’s been never caught nor found — a grave sickness, never to be equaled