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