Maniac Butcher
Eyes of the Victim
As quick as lightning attack
Has not met with opposition
Red blood, still hot
Quench thirst of the hunter
Dying away eyes
Of the feeble victim
Repent bitterly
Voluntary death
Too late they see
That they will not get
Any promised help
From god of martyrs
Falcon Krvestreb
Free, unrestrained
Hunter of humble ones
Only one master of himself
From Letras Mania