Midnite Madness CXXVI—Winds of Death

My only aim is to take many lives

The more the better I feel

My only pleasure is to hear many cries

From those tortured by my steel

The colour of your blood from your open body

Is all I wanted to see

Tasting the blood from your lips as you die

Means satisfaction to me

Pleasure to kill

Midnite Madness CXXV—Masons of Metal

Sorry for the delayed posting, thought my alter ego had already done so... More MIDNITE MADNESS, especially for you fervent maniacs still haunting those chapels. Enjoy!