I Hunt with the Devil

Hungry for the blood extreme
I’m urging for more violence
Devoted to the core of gore
I force myself to lose control
I am all in, can’t you see?
C’mon and put me to the test
I’m staring at the bleeding dead
I’m fighting to react on death
So fucking hooked on horror
Shut up preacher hypocrite
You’re drained by moral homicide
The picture viral – spiral torture
You’re doomed to wake what is asleep
I am all in, can’t you see?
C’mon and put me to the test
Will you save what can’t be saved?
Before the darkness takes it’s toll
I hunt With the devil
And I love the raw vision of sorrow
I hunt with the devil
My eyes are smeared with blood
At Satan’s midnight mass
I’m getting ready for the hunt
My dark shape at the gates of hell
Smiling at the bitche’s ban
Hacked to pieces ’for my eyes
Blood and guts, a madman’s prayer
But you cannot stop the flow of horror
Pushing censor grow my urge
Still staring at the bleeding dead
Fighting to relive the death
I hunt with the devil
My eyes are smeared with blood
At Satan’s midnight mass
I see it! I feel it! I am it!
Tormentor of the daylight
One with horror – one with death
I see it! I feel it! I am it!
Tormentor of the fragile
One with horror – one with fear
Envisioned trauma of society
Panic consume the soul
Final scream on the silver screen
Deportation of the wicked
I hunt With the devil
And I love the raw vision of sorrow
I hunt with the devil
My eyes are smeared with blood
At Satan’s midnight mass
I hunt with the devil
And I love the thorn in your side
I hunt with the devil
My soul is filled with horror divine
I hunt with the devil