Pleasure To Kill\nKreator\n\nDay turns to night as I rise from my grave\nBlack was the hole were I laid\nStalking the city to seek out your blood\nI love when it showers from my blade\nYour body is so pretty but how will it look\nWhen my perverted lust is stilled\nNo one to save you no parents or friends\nBecause they've already got killed\n\nMy only aim is to take many lives\nThe more the better I feel\nMy only pleasure is to hear many cries\nFrom those tortured by my steel\nThe colour of your blood from your open body\nIs all I wanted to see\nTasting the blood from your lips as you die\nMeans satisfaction to me\nPleasure to kill\n\nHear my heartbeat as you see me upon you\nTears in your eyes I do not care\nListen now to the motor of my chainsaw\nOpen your eyes don't be scared\nLook into my eyes do you see any love?\nThe only thing is agony\nNow I can't wait to give you the good pain\nDie now and be free\n\nMy only aim is to take many lives\nThe more the better I feel\nMy only pleasure is to hear many cries\nFrom those tortured by my steel\nThe colour of your blood from your open body\nIs all I wanted to see\nTasting the blood from your lips as you die\nMeans satisfaction to me\nPleasure to kill\n\n[Solo]\n\nNow that my mission is done\nYour body forgotten has been killed\nI return to the cemetary\nAnd my bloodlust is stilled\nMy coffin is open for me\nI lay down and rest\nNothing will set me free\nAnd so I kill until excess\n\nDay turns to night as I rise from my grave\nBlack was the hole where I laid\nStalking the city to seek out your blood\nI love when it showers from my blade\nYour body is so pretty but how will it look\nWhen my perverted lust is stilled\nNo one to save you no parents or friends\nBecause they've already got killed\n\nMy only aim is to take many lives\nThe more the better I feel\nMy only pleasure is to hear many cries\nFrom those tortured by my steel\nThe colour of your blood from your open body\nIs all I wanted to see\nTasting the blood from your lips as you die\nMeans satisfaction to me\nPleasure to kill