Heathen Lyrics

I stand here with blade in hand

Eager to please the night's demand

Closely stalk the living dead

Mere minutes before blood red

Respect the glory of the flesh

Cut carefully to eat it fresh

Spread the skin from side to side

The ripper's glorious homicide

Blade in hand

It's unplanned

You need to understand

Remorse hanged

Death is grand

It's gotten out of hand

This city - it's my wasteland

I cannot stop this impulse

I just leave my mark in symbols

Let the bodies rot in peace

Cold blood murder, hate release

Despise the nature of mankind

Cannot escape this state of mind

Unleash Hell on all these lives

Just scream for help until death arrives

Blade in hand

It's unplanned

You need to understand

Remorse hanged

Death is grand

It's gotten out of hand

This city - it's my wasteland

My life is not important

In love with death, so morbid

I see no chance for freedom

They call me Satan's heathen

Blade in hand

It's unplanned

You need to understand

Remorse hanged

Death is grand

It's gotten out of hand

This city - it's my wasteland