| Horrors of the rack
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| Vile acts of supremacy
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| Corpses hung by their limbs
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| My life ruled by debauchery
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| Sacrificing their lives with no sympathy
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| Their souls are tortured ruthlessly
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| Forbidden dreams of sex
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| Violence and terror
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| Turning my darkest imaginings
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| Into real-life horror
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| Led into a cold basement of a shed
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| From the confines of a shallow pit
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| Choking them, dying in my hands
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| Shrieks of death are filling the air
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| Recurrent dominance
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| Degradation and humiliation
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| Impose on savage fornication
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| Become the fuel that keeps
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| My crimes in motion
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| Consumed by desperate loneliness
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| And burgeoning psychosis
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| Driven by vengeance
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| Bodies prepared for slaughter
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| The flesh I start to tear
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| In this grisly atmosphere
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| Bodies cut in half
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| Ripping through the flesh
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| Severe amputations
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| Devour them, piece by piece
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| Their heads hacked from the neck
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| Blood spurts from the rack
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| Other victims screaming for happiness
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| All bludgeoned to death
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| Horrors of the rack
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| Vile acts of supremacy
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| There’s no hope inside my hell
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| For I have sworn to degeneracy |