Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pleasure To Kill, artist - Kreator. Album song Love Us or Hate Us: The Very Best of the Noise Years 1985-1992, in the genre
Date of issue: 13.09.2016
Record label: Sanctuary Records Group
Song language: English
Pleasure To Kill |
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 |