.Mad Butcher>
A fire is burning in his eyes
His brain is in war and the evil will rise
His blood is black, it's scalding hot
Now he's got to ramble,
He knows that's his lot
Through the Blackstreets of the town
His steps are clanging
Now he's wanton, oh he's panting.
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