Phsycopath - Hell's Butcher Lyrics

Have your knives prepare
For this unforgettable night
Getting ready to open bodies
Everybody will die
Suspicious posture
Everyone is afraid
He's always got a mad face
He won't let you leave
Beware of the Hell's Butcher!
You wouldn't want to fall
Beware of the Hell's Butcher!
Corpses all around
Every Friday evening
Waits inside his shop
Until the moonlight appears
And kill them, Non-Stop
Bleed and bleed your skin
By the three inches scars
Just for passion, just for fun
He kills as he can
Beware of the Hell's Butcher!
You wouldn't want to fall
Beware of the Hell's Butcher!
Corpses all around
Thirsty for mutilating
Euphoria, rage
Nobody knows what's going on his mind
Nobody knows how hard it was for him
Beware of the Hell's Butcher!
You wouldn't want to fall
Beware of the Hell's Butcher!
Corpses all around
All around
All around
All around
All around
All around
All around
Corpses all around