Entrails - Epitome of Death

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Wings of darkness, embrace me
For I am chosen, I am set free
Killing for pleasure is what I do
Death, you quench my thirst, I don’t care who
Satisfaction is what I need, a morbid fix
Murder, my only urge is to murder
I feel empty without murder
It makes my life complete
I am the epitome of death
Murder, my only urge is to murder
I feel empty without murder
It makes my life complete
I am the epitome of death
The fear in their eyes, as I sharpen my knife
Tears and screams, as I take their lives
There is something inside me, a growing lust
The relentless urge has become a must
Doomed to a hollow life, I murder for kicks
Murder, my only urge is to murder
I feel empty without murder
It makes my life complete
I am the epitome of death
Murder, my only urge is to murder
I feel empty without murder
It makes my life complete
I am the epitome of death