Vers 1:
Obsession of violence appears in my mind, controling and ruling not softely nor kind. Aggression awakes in some kind of way. I seek up my victims, there’s noting to say.

Bride:
Nocrology, evil fiend. Slowly you’ll meet the end.

Chorus:
Shredder, striking with enmity cursed by the damned.
Shredder.
Shredder, striking with enmity cursed by the damned.
Shredder.

Vers 2:
Armed and controled I march out into the night. A poor little girl, she’ll taste my knife. A rush of excitement runs through my veigns. Pounding, stabing out her brains.

Bride:
Nocrology, evil fiend. Slowly you’ll meet the end.

Chorus:
Shredder, striking with enmity cursed by the damned.
Shredder!
Shredder, striking with enmity cursed by the damned.
Shredder!

Vers 3:
Caught in my inferno you are left to die. Feel my bloody deathblow. Now you wonder why.

Now feel me penetrate, my laugh as cold as the night.
I’ll never stop looking, you’ll se The Shredder at sight!