Kill For Pleasure - Blood Feast

He sees the body unprepared

Stalking the prey everywhere

Moves in for the kill tonight

Bow down to his will and might

Too late to run

Raise of the sledge

Bring it down on her head

Hunting victims out of lust

Embedding the terror

His sledge will never rust

See the body lie on the floor

You panic then race for the door

Kill for Pleasure

Satisfy the need

Kill for Pleasure

Make her bleed

Prowling the graves, he looks for souls

Fit for slaves, some heads are gonna roll

Stalkers find clue at one hellish sight

Of the killers presence, end of his plight

Kill for pleasure… Kill for pleasure