A blood written confession by Ascetic over a beat by Stijn B
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Lyrics
Chorus:
I’m your biggest fear, the stalker in the park,
a voice trapped inside your head that haunts in the dark,
in the darkest alleyways carvin up hearts,
ascetic the shaman… acolyte of the occult!
I walk the city streets shrouded by a leather trench coat,
cant get to sleep till I’ve severed the flesh of ten folks,
I collect the heads of the dead as a mementos,
before the evidence is shredded and then soaked in various bubbling tubs of acid,
a serial killa that humbly practice the appeasing evil of occultist magic,
I feed on people’s presumptuous manners a cunning madman,
the corpses of tons of cunts and faggots are stored beneath my floor in a dungeons facets,
I pack an abundance of guns and daggers, I’ve bludgeoned hundreds, from nuns to actors,
bums to bankers, from the most obnoxious whore to the humblest madam,
I don’t discriminate when it comes to slashing,
I get turned on by the sudden panic they display when they come to graspin
they’re about to be slain by this hungered bastard,
dinner tonight is a soufflé’ made from the brain of the last dame I captured
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I’m the violent sculptor, the silent vulture,
secretly seeking new talent to assault on my altar,
An occultist acolyte my agenda’s vengeful purpose
is to dismember men and to send the worthless to the afterlife,
hence tremendous curses impend on any senseless person
that decide to walk defenseless in the black of night
, black axes will strike slash! Slash! Slash! Slice!
Skulls are cracked in half and backs hacked with knifes,
innocent little children and insolent single women
are the victims kidnapped for my practices of sacrifice,
my brain is filled with horrible shouts and I hate the filth that hovers about,
so I strangle pimps and shoot whores in the mouth,
then I nail their bodies to the walls of my house,
watching them decompose gets me horny and aroused
so I freak their corpses till the morning will sprout
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