Excitement abounds!
I almost can't wait!
Relax, I don't want your baby.
I already ate!

Though I do tend to gently kill,
Kill thing that don't fight back.

I see this village,
What does it hold?
What shall I butcher them with: fire or cold?

Running from me, sure you'd think:
He's a pathological blood-thirsty homicidal maniac!

I kill kittens, and puppies, and bunnies.
I maim toddlers and teens and then more.
You see a wife, I see a widow.
But what then, can't you see, I'd kill for?

I want to incinerate and decapitate.
I want to melt, want to melt some faces!
Watching the peasants, oh, what do they call it... ah,
Grieve!

I suppose that being Undead, there's not much to life.
A soul is needed for loving, feeling!
How does this all not make me, ah, what's that word again...
Heave!

You've no where to hide, no where to run.
Your village will burn like the heart of the sun!
With infinite glee, it's going to be me,
That slaughters the world.

How could I glare into these eyes and then not stab them?
How could I stare at their loss and then not laugh?
I'd cut in half, and I'd graft,
His head back on to his shoulders!
But after I *???* it, I'd make a puppet, on top of a staff!

I am a Lord, that is sometimes bored.
Have some urges and need to fulfill them!
After my mayhem, I simply don't, what's the word...
Care!

The stench in the air, the smell of the gore!
The carnage far greater than any war!
My legacy... *sigh*
Death becomes, me.
I'll slaughter the world.

....*ZAAAP*