Destruction - Mad Butcher Live текст песни

A fire is burning in his eyes
His brain is in war and the evil will rise
His blood is black, it´s scalding hot
Now he´s got to ramble,
He knows that´s his lot

CHORUS:
Through the Blackstreets of the town
His steps are clanging
Now he´s wanton, oh he´s panting
In his hand a blade of solid steel
Now it´s the time you got to feel

Mad Butcher
He feels his driving, satifaction he needs
He´s watching you pussy, he will get his food
And when he arises you think it´s a lover
But he likes strange pratices, you´ll discover

You lie on your bed, your view real seems great
But instead of his prick,
He´s drawing his blade
Oh he´s so tender, when he makes love to you
That you couldn´t stand it,
It´s a pity for you