作曲 : Andersson, Andersson
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