I'm a wayward child of society
Lies bout me made me to what I am
Run away as long as you dare
Now I rise let the grieftime begin

I know no morals blood thirst in my mind
My mind- my weapon- sick
I'm going to make shure of justice

I devour you all, you mortal fools
Torment, the only thing I'll know
Revenge for your arrogance

You'll satisfy my desire for blood