Lyfthrasyr

The depravity of my soul
Is going on to decide on my mind
I cannot stand the temptation to kill
Carving up a human throat
Stunning horror at my cold-bloodedness
Retreats the fear from my victim's face
Death wants to take his eternall toll
I'm satisfied, for this time
The blood on my hands
Where is the sense
I don't know the reason
But have to go on