Memories of an empty soul
Clouded past shrouded in blood
Glimpses of the man I once was
Faint reminders of my life
Fantasies of my knife, deep within your guts
Dreaming of the days where knives ruled the land
Craving the days we were partners in crime
I miss those good ol' days
When licking knives was still part of us
Gutting enemies to their core - Using blades to mark our preys
Floating above sea of bodies - Trail of blood we left behind
Days of our knives come and go - Slay’em all, cut’em all
Days of our knives come and go - Surrounded by tortured souls
Days of our knives come and go - Pieces of dead flesh
Days of our knives come and go - Inflicting the lethal cut
Bounded by the laws of Earth
Locked up in a white lonely cell
Tied up by ignorant rules
Wishing I was free to carve
Wishing I was free to carve you
Blood on my hands, gives me my joy in life
Straight through the heart it went
You're on your knees
Your eyes roll back
Knife cuts your face, completely disfigured
A monster you now are
You're my puppet
Days of our knives