| Dried blood encrusts adobe walls of the sanctuary
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| Light beams through desecrated windowpanes of dead saints
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| The lingering stench of tortured human and
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| Charred remains sift through the abandoned chapel
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| I descend into the concrete dungeon below
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| With a new addition to my collection of medieval torture devices
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| I haul the head crusher into the death scented torture cell
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| I slowly pace through the chilled chamber observing my specimens
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| Steel cages hang, encapsulating humans left to rot
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| Grey matter slides off the decomposing bodies
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| Pillories beneath the dripping cages hold victims, pre-torture
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| Faint moaning is heard from an occupied iron maiden
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| The moaning is overcome by gut wrenching screams coming from a human
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| Half-skinned and strapped to the breaking wheel
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| Still conscious and severely mutilated, I drag the human into her hollow brass
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| tomb
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| The Brazen Bull smolders leaving black soot coating the cement wall
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| And now for the finale to this madness:
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| I retrieve a fresh human for this kill
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| Strapping his head down I slowly crank the Head Crusher
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| Screams of agony echo as blood gushes from sever hemorrhaging
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| Teeth shatter and surrounding bone crushes
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| The cranium compacts in intervals as I crank the lever
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| Brain matter oozes out of fragmented skill
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| As the eyes are forced from their sockets
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| I laugh to myself in this state of morbid dementia |