Step by step you move to your death
Your destiny is not in your hands yet
And you wake up in the middle of the night
Not able to so all things right
Your shaking hands cover up your face
Day by day you move to your death
You`re afraid of what waits for you there
But you take the knife
And ruled by the evil power searching
For a new victim
My soul is dead
Do you remember your first slaughter
And the smell of blood
How that sweet smell called you
You to another world
You`re cryming washing blood
From your hands
And reign of blood is taking you again
But only blood washes blood
And you hear pre-mortal cry
My soul is dead
