Destruction - Mad Butcher - Текст песни

 A fire is burning in his eyes
 His brain is in war and the evil will rise
 His blood is black, it's scalding hot
 Now he's got to ramble,
 He knows that's his lot

 CHORUS:
 Through the Blackstreets of the town
 His steps are clanging
 Now he's wanton, oh he's panting
 In his hand a blade of solid steel
 Now it's the time you got to feel

 Mad Butcher
 He feels his driving, satifaction he needs
 He's watching you pussy, he will get his food
 And when he arises you think it's a lover
 But he likes strange pratices, you'll discover

 You lie on your bed, your view real seems great
 But instead of his prick,
 He's drawing his blade
 Oh he's so tender, when he makes love to you
 That you couldn't stand it,
 It's a pity for you