Homicidal desire More are marked for murder Walk away, into the dark Come my way, terror I am the evil within each soul I take the spirits of those I kill Decomposition, The body rots Rotting, rotting body parts

If you don't cut open the stomach The corpse will rise and float The victim is discovered dead Rotting organs bloat The killer chops the body With a scalpel and an ax The parts are then drained And put into the sacks The basement incinerator