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His pride, does not permit him to surrender Vile does not leaves him all the time Destruction, murders and pain Sadist creates refuge round oneself He never will be turned back Terrible, slaughter, he tills practice of death Sadistic maniac, here is his name Serf to own rule To bloody rule Among endless days Fully madness His vocation is to hold hatchet To distribute fear and death Victims caused by him Did not finish yet to rot To last forgotten Confined inside own loneliness With face cut up with desire He waits on dawn... Aus Songtexte Mania