| In the dark of the night | 
| I search for the mindless wretches of society | 
| To drink of their blood and feast upon their flesh | 
| Time to break, 'cause you’ll never take this | 
| Lots of stiffs and blood, what a sickening mess | 
| Feasting on the blood of the insane | 
| Here’s another tale of the fucking deranged | 
| Psychotic, violent, another one dead, blood-clotted | 
| Lust for blood, a need for insanity | 
| Die in the slaughter, time to tap an artery | 
| Brain withered, another empty thought | 
| I will kill again and never be caught | 
| Face to face with the monster of hate | 
| Another victim, another piece of meat | 
| Time to kill, no one gets out alive | 
| Another scream, another motherfucker dies | 
| First I kill and then I feed | 
| Can’t deny my blood lust need | 
| A son of a bitch, third generation | 
| Schooled in the art of human strangulation | 
| Only one thing will control my pain | 
| That’s to drink the blood of the insane | 
| My need for blood drives me to kill | 
| Another dying, bleeding for my lust | 
| Feed on the dead, feed on the dead, feed on the dead | 
| I’ve got to get the blood flowing | 
| Just a bit of guts and gore | 
| Indulgence in the blood of freaks | 
| Take another dose of the bloodlust | 
| To rip apart and shred the dead | 
| Teeth stuck in another victim | 
| Blood bath, I’m gonna kill again | 
| I am the walking dead | 
| Concentrated hate and fear and pain | 
| Inside of me, the same | 
| It’s gonna go on and on and on | 
| A new life is born | 
| Broken bodies start now rotting | 
| No way to stop the feeding | 
| Only one way to control my pain | 
| Feasting on the blood of the insane | 
| My need for blood drives me to kill | 
| Another dying, bleeding for my lust | 
| Feed on the dead, feed on the dead, feed on the dead |