Wintermorning   The scream remain from last night   when he skilfuled took her life   It´s not heroic   When he slices them with a knife   but his desire dies      He is killing for pleasure   To decrease his desire   How many bodies can we count now   You have made the crimson snow      Another victim   Was found couldn't be recognized   he must have felt joy   Hear my warning   Don´t walk under the dark sky   cause he roams when it falls      He is killing for pleasure   To decrease his desire   How many bodies can we count now   You have made the crimson snow      It must have burnt like a fire   to get caught and facing a trial   He must pay for his crimes   sentenced to death for all those lives      Executed   He will be on our TV screens   they are going to fry his brain   In the electric chair   We see his eyes turning red   when he slowly joins the dead      He was killing for pleasure   to decrease his desire   Now his body is melted   entertainment we created