Cold and terrible winds follow me as I search
For another soul to satisfy my blood thirst
Why I do this is yet to be explained
The fact is that killing makes my sorrow go away

Maybe I'm a beast, heartless killer, cold as ice
Perpetrator of slaughter acting late at night
Or perhaps a sentinal prepared for sacrifice
Justice to me means eye for an eye

I kill the scum
Wipe off the rotten part of society
At least that's what I put inside my head
So I can sleep

The outskirts of town are the stage of my plan
Unholy altar of a blood stained mind
I leave a trail of bleeding corpses behind
And then go back to my so called normal life

You don't have a clue about what I do
I may work or even live beside you
The neighbor in front of your house can be me
The stranger you married and go to bed with

Desire, hunger, I need to hunt
I need to go out and slay
With bullets and knives
Or just my bare hands
I will fulfill my fate
Animus Necandi

Lombroso was wrong, I don't look like a criminal
To everyone I'm just a regular fellow
I pay my taxes and I go to church
And I look shocked every time I see blood

Calm and methodic I don't leave a trace
I know forensics so I keep my pace
Slowly I wait for my victim to appear
Then send him to hell to meet with his peers

Cold and terrible agony embraces my heart
Emptiness inside a regretful soul
But all that conflict remains concealed
Behind a fake smile that works as a shield

Sometimes I wake up thinking of all
The faces of those that met my rage
That is my burden and that is my fate
The price that I pay for acting insane