Trails of blood,
From my hand it's dripping,
A pleasure for my lord.

Lucifer's will,
Just bow and kneel.

"A never ending slaughter"

In a silky night,a man just ripped with scythe
And the smell of death is rising...

A simple Gesture - paid,
A culture's way - laid,

Beyond the fog
I am the dog.
With blood lust, mad and hungry,
A hunted bird, between my teeth.
And down below - her fallen leaf...

maybe the last lines of this song can be a flag.......    
   
i'll be happy to get a sketch of a dog with a hunted bloody
 
pigeon in his mouth and a fallen leaf on the ground.