Chosen by fate to suffer half a life
The eternal oppression turns inside out
Now the guiltless magnetizing ones
coming next to torture by carnal desire...
Pieces of womb...The ravisher don't knows mercy.
He stalks his victim with cruel brilliance
First time just some hack, twelfth the flesh eating
Leaving her alone in a dark cellar
Then trying to pour acid into her skull...
Mad laughter... desperate scream, and an easy murder
Your thirst is spreading to a morbid ground.
Never felt prickle you feel.
Cause pain more and more!
"None of us are saints"
Young girl, who've been sacrificed
of a mad temper,
but no-one can overreach him,
this is why it's so gruesome
After a while the most brutal tormenting
Even becomes common and boring
Killing is now just a daily routine
and madness losts the source of enjoyment
Timeless decease...evolutionary dead-end...
sickness of sicknesses