Joy of Death

Death is what i desire,
Not for myself of course,
But every one else.

I want to swim in their blood,
Drink from their skulls,
Make clothes from their skin.

I want to hear their screams,
Their pleas for mercy,
The crying of the children.

I want them all to hate me,
To fear my name,
To think I am crazy.

I want them to come for me,
To charge me with full force,
So i can cut them down.

I want to feel the rush,
And to face the challenge,
Till death strikes me.