Cut the cartridge no fear shoots the arm without feeling hate and madness, sick life. Thirst for vengeance no remorse. Take a knife, destroy the bodies, blood splash cutting with force, organs exposed in the darkness removes the hide crushing the bones, defecating the bodies without tomb neither prayer will go to hell A sure shot, will detonate damned soldier, waiting to kill. Born to kill, aims the arms presses the fucking trigger born to kill, remember combats, you go mad more born to kill, sounds of bullets torment your mind born to kill, satiate the thirst... Many shots, more deaths, blood flying altered thoughts Heaps of bodies bleeding in the floor Camouflage your body with rotten blood, your victims...lift the look... take the weapon, you shoot. Fuck the cadavers, eat organs, spilled blood pest, madness, rot human meat...crushed, brutal massacre gore, raving atrophied mentality sick, tortuous.