I don't care what the cause is for
My purpose is the war
Making you bleed makes me feel better
I am
the enemy
My serenity
is not about immortality
Blood colours the white
That makes me fight
Crimson moon
shall rise tonight
When I smile you are about to die
You run, it doesn't help
the smile
you die anyway
Enjoymet from the hunt
The sight of bloody pulp
Thats the trick that makes me tick
They say I'm sick
That I'm ill and need a pill
Hah!
There's no cure, this feeling is too pure
Life is cruel and cold
that to be told
You shall feel it
hitting against your face
in a form of a bullet
For a brief moment
I see your life fading away
that makes my day, makes me smile
The smile
Guts and gore, this thing never gets bore
Get on the floor
Your doom at the door
Let's make this one clean and fast
Still have to take out the rest
Did I get paid?
No matter
Making you bleed makes me feel better
The smile
I am
the enemy