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Pleasure To Kill Lyrics - Pleasure To Kill - Kreator

Day turns to night as I rise from my grave 

Black was the hole were I laid 

Stalking the city to seek out your blood 

I love when it showers from my blade 

Your body is so pretty but how will it look 

When my perverted lust is stilled 

No one to save you no parents or friends 

Because they've already got killed 

My only aim is to take many lives 

The more the better I feel 

My only pleasure is to hear many cries 

From those tortured by my steel 

The colour of your blood from your open body 

Is all I wanted to see 

Tasting the blood from your lips as you die 

Means satisfaction to me 

Pleasure to kill 

Hear my heartbeat as you see me upon you 

Tears in your eyes I do not care 

Listen now to the motor of my chainsaw 

Open your eyes don't be scared 

Look into my eyes do you see any love? 

The only thing is agony 

Now I can't wait to give you the good pain 

Die now and be free 

My only aim is to take many lives 

The more the better I feel 

My only pleasure is to hear many cries 

From those tortured by my steel 

The colour of your blood from your open body 

Is all I wanted to see 

Tasting the blood from your lips as you die 

Means satisfaction to me 

Pleasure to kill 

 

Now that my mission is done 

Your body forgotten has been killed 

I return to the cemetery 

And my bloodlust is stilled 

My coffin is open for me 

I lay down and rest 

Nothing will set me free 

And so I kill until excess 

Day turns to night as I rise from my grave 

Black was the hole where I laid 

Stalking the city to seek out your blood 

I love when it showers from my blade 

Your body is so pretty but how will it look 

When my perverted lust is stilled 

No one to save you no parents or friends 

Because they've already got killed 

My only aim is to take many lives 

The more the better I feel 

My only pleasure is to hear many cries 

From those tortured by my steel 

The colour of your blood from your open body 

Is all I wanted to see 

Tasting the blood from your lips as you die 

Means satisfaction to me 

Pleasure to kill 

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