Their Skin Suits Me - Paganizer

Nocturnal hunter, a sickened man

out for the reaping of flesh

an urge inside, a sickened need

drives this human shell

I strip them from skin

in my carnal kingdom

I clad myself in them

Their skin suits me, so well

To transform, into a butterfly

to leave this world so wrong

I do these, awful things

to ensure the transformation

Burning inside

from a twisted need

unhuman things I do

Burning inside

from all twisted deeds

from these horrors alive