Street of Hell

Standing in this place memories flash before my eyes
The laughter and smiles
The streets full of life
Bur now standing in this place the rain falls fast the streets empty as I stare at all the dead people
I feel cold metal in my hand.
The sweet smell of blood rises in the air as I lick the swords blade
I know what happened, I see what I've done.
The murdure and slaughter, sparring no life
I live to hunt and I hunt t live
Maybe next time I'll be able to stop myself...
My blood runs cold as I smell new blood
I turn to the group and my vision blurrs
" Welcome To Hell "
The last think I heard.