Crimson Snow — Godgory

Wintermorning The scream remain from last night when he skilfuled took her life It s not heroic When he slices them with a knife but his desire dies

He is killing for pleasure To decrease his desire How many bodies can we count now You have made the crimson snow

Another victim Was found couldn t be recognized he must have felt joy Hear my warning Don t walk under the dark sky cause he roams when it falls

He is killing for pleasure To decrease his desire How many bodies can we count now You have made the crimson snow

It must have burnt like a fire to get caught and facing a trial He must pay for his crimes sentenced to death for all those lives

Executed He will be on our TV screens they are going to fry his brain In the electric chair We see his eyes turning red when he slowly joins the dead

He was killing for pleasure to decrase his desire Now his body is melted entertainment we created