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