In a little town in the middle of nowhere, of nowhere to away People frightened and fear all over, around the city lines If you are a ginger you beter watch out, watch out for your steps If you get a devil’s scarab, you are in blacklist It's a sign of the beetle psychopath Looking for another victim It ́s time to run, you better run away In the middle of twentieth century, there's a killer on the prowl Looking for some action, no reaction, choosing victims by chance It's a case with no solution, there's no chance to explain An unsolved criminal investigation, a cold case That's the sign of the beetle psychopath Looking for another victim It's time to run away It’s the crime of the century, to this town No one can catch me Crime of the century to these people They won’t forget me Crime of the century Crime of the century It's a personality disorder, a merciless atack An extremely agressive behaviour, but he paid for his acts It was a perfect crime, but there was a fire, a fire punishment The city never got the killer, a killer instinct to be cruel