Psychotic unbalanced killers, no regret and no remorsenRip the head off, cut the wiresnI'll see him dead before the sun shall rise againnWe'll see him dead in the groundnPut on our hands the tools in which we'll kill him deadnTonight there's nowhere he can hide from me from usnWe'll rip out his heart, rip out his soul, and make sure he willnNever walk againnnPaid in full to the devil's rejectsnFour monsters cloaked in blacknThe reincarnated corpses of the deadnWill stalk the streets tonight in search of younTry and fight them off with all your might with all your strengthnThey kill the most pious in the church just for fun, just for laughsnAnd should you think that they will show you mercynYou should think again again again againnnWe're coming for younWe'll find younThere's no shadow you can hide innWe're coming for you tonightnnLive for the hunt and the chasenWe are the four doom makers