| The poison in their veins flows from my blackened heart
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| The life blood that one spill fulfills my darkened soul
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| The excitement and the thrills as they tear your world apart
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| In calm insanity, murder in complete control
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| Alma Negra — I am the night stalker
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| Alma Negra — and then I am Dahmer
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| Alma Negra — I am the son of Sam
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| Alma Negra — Yes that’s what I am
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| The voice inside their head again possessed it’s time to kill
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| Pulsations in their brain they await for my call
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| The screaming and the pleas, the best part of the thrill
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| Time to take another out so we can watch them fall
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| The ones I have chosen fulfilled all my sins
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| Such laughter when begging for mercy begins
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| That look of fear in victims eyes is what I crave
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| When they see that look of death that says it’s time to go to your grave
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| I am the genius that lived in their minds
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| Day after day more victims you’d find
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| I was evil that showed in their eyes
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| I stood by them while they silenced your cries
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| With haste and ecstasy, I’ve taken dominance
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| In my control heartless killing machines
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| Addicted to the sight of blood a rush that’s so intense
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| Never feeling squeamish to the smell of death obscene |