| Nightmares, awakened by the screams, echoes from below
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| The cellar calls again
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| Enter the cold, the darkest place to harbor souls
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| Wretched is this dungeon
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| Bound is she, keeper of my ecstasy
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| Mired in their filth these bloody pigs await their fate
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| Abducted, bound and ready to suffer
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| Bleeding, bruised and ripe for torture
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| Terror in their dying eyes
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| They quiver at the sight of my knives
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| I delight in methodically mutilating
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| So weak, their flesh is mine for the takingFor days they fall to maniacal
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| perversion
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| Lust filled rituals
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| My excitement rises
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| The blade is my sadistic tool
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| Scars gape erotically
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| Gore splattered prison
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| Only death will set them free
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| Slicing, through their veins
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| Blood clots, burst and inflate
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| Slowly I caress their pain
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| Remove some skin and slice their face
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| Their suffering, brings ecstasy
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| Their insides, glistening
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| It’s time now for the final deed
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| Off with their heads then spew my seed |