The Accounts Of Evil Testo

Through neglect and abuse I have seen the light. My future painted for me right before my eyes. With every bone they break and every bruise that I take; their time runs thinner and there is no escaping me!

I am enamored by blood. I am motivated by pain. If only you knew that this is what’s fueling me. I can’t wait to make you my first. A beginning so fitting of my gruesome endeavours

You have spawned the 'Son of Satan', cursed this world, and now you all are fucked!

Vagabond gypsy with an eye for demise, I roam this filthy fucking country looking for my next prize. Pistol in my back pocket, knife in my hand, you better pray to your God me and Baby don’t find you

Fixation at its finest my habits are unclean, the attention to detail would make you all scream
Taken by my greed and lust so I can make a date with yet another cold blooded mate. Scream all you want this house is dead. There’s no one there to hear your cries when I drag you down the stairs

My favorite times were the ones that made me wait; the ones who thought they were smart enough to plan an escape. Well guess what happened to those poor souls? They met my blade and a bloody fate

Feel my power! Wrath and terror!

A thousand corpses lie motionless like faded memories of past indulgence

So now you see that this is me and what I’ve come to be. With years of searching for my place I’ve found serenity. I have taken what was given and returned it back. Now they'll know not to mess with a motherfucking...

Vagabond gypsy with an eye for demise, I roam this filthy fucking country looking for my next prize. Pistol in my back pocket, knife in my hand, you better pray to your God me and Baby don’t find you

As your last breath lingers in the air you'll hear nothing but my voice in your ear; I am the Devil and I’m here to do the Devil's work