- I would like to confirm the reservation number 13
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- Thank you for your confirmation, I see your application addressed to... Room suite, torture chamber, June 26 from 13 to 16, Is that right?
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Sleepy Hollow Rider
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In the puddles blots of gasoline glisten
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Icons cry visin from the poster
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Around every corner the inquisitor awaits us
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Drive me through Sin City
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A flame arrester rested in the back of the head
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Chain of fatal events (events)
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Space lets itself be distorted
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Behind the turn on the neck of the carrier I will put on the garrote (listen to me!)
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Urgently turn on me from the cassettes the barking of Gorgoroth (turn it up louder!)
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The fires of Babylon are burning
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Overboard in the distance Ziggurat
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At the top, robed cultists are brewing fresh black extract.
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Highway 6-6-6 and we're in an old Chevrolet
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Slowly flying in the dust of a forgotten highway
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Bullet cracks creep gangrene on the glass
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Fuck this life, we'll all end up in a cauldron
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The number "13" on the key tag
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In a gut lift and a broken display
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At the muse, cosplay flows like a stream
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First aid kit with bandages hanging on the shoulder
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The parquet in the hallway is washed out
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Ripples in the eyes of his pattern (pattern)
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Harakiri Acid Split
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Every millimeter is pierced
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Behind the door is not a number - a torture chamber
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Subspace on the first try
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Latex masks, cold glare
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Exorcism - the power of relics
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Thousand tails my flogger (floger)
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Choker gently strangles the neck
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Shock discharges in the wires
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Adrenaline will heal the burns
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Highway 6-6-6 and we're in an old Chevrolet
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Slowly flying in the dust of a forgotten highway
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Bullet cracks creep gangrene on the glass
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Fuck this life, we'll all end up in a cauldron
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Highway 6-6-6 and we're in an old Chevrolet
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Slowly flying in the dust of a forgotten highway
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Bullet cracks creep gangrene on the glass
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Fuck this life, we'll all end up in a cauldron |