| Someone wrote the story of this corpse lying in my living room.
|
| Written deeply by blade on his rotten skin.
|
| Starting like a lowly diary.
|
| «Today I’ve committed the most cruel acts, unseen until now by demon or man.
|
| They tempted me to do it, unknowing that I would go far beyond their plan.
|
| The most clear expression of terror under this simple human skin.
|
| Any adjective won’t be enough to describe the way that my hands are deciding
|
| his luck.
|
| Darker than black, darker than black.
|
| These demons are crying, they’re shedding their tears.
|
| They’re trying to stop the… the worst sight they have ever seen.
|
| They’re shedding their tears.
|
| They’re shedding their tears.
|
| They’re shedding their fucking tears.
|
| With my hands I ruined his life.
|
| Looking for screams in every cut.
|
| Making him a mockery.
|
| Without letting him die until… until my wrath fades away.
|
| Oh!
|
| Forces of hell are crying like (…) asking me for mercy.
|
| The worst consequences as penitence.
|
| With scissors cutting his flesh.
|
| All the finest metals meeting in his chest.
|
| The tension in his nerves sounds like a fucking master piece.
|
| No one has suffered as much as this one cause no one has been capable of this
|
| before.
|
| No one has lost that slowly his blood, feeling guilty for each falling drop.
|
| No one has suffered as much as this one cause no one has been capable of this
|
| before.
|
| No one has lost that slowly his blood, feeling guilty for each falling drop.
|
| They shall invent a new hell for me.
|
| They shall invent a new hell for me.
|
| They shall invent a new hell for me.»
|
| Dixit
|
| «They shall invent a new hell for me.» |