NecroDemon

There's a demon waiting in the wings.
He's waiting for his chance to strike.
He's sharpening his razor sharp blade.
He's come to take your life.

He's certainly no creation of god.
He's sick and twisted, he's a broken man.
He'll gut you like a defenceless pig.
And he'll make an entrance where he can.

He gets kicks from f*****g corpses.
It makes his balls and belly fizz.
The sick b*****d will be hunted down.
We'll yank out his teeth and make him a crown.

He'll be tried for the murders, of the young.
And the violation of their cold bodies.
We'll let this monster stand his trial.
First we'll find him and leave him bloodied.

We'll live to see that b*****d buried.
Revenge for the women and children he killed.
Electric chair or hanging, both satisfying to watch.
But before he goes, I'll make sure blood is spilled. 

This monster bought himself,
A one way ticket to hell.