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Your nightmare is alive, sick at his mind,

Wanting you to bleed, in lust to kill,

Your blood to spill, addiction to feel,

In homicide.

Shuddering sounds, slow steps on blood,

His getting downstairs, a smell of mold, decay,

Now the brute stands behind you,

Dryed blood on his apron,

Dead female bodies nailed on the walls,

The hatchet is hanged right above you.

Hooks penetrate your tender flesh,

You feel a cold that engulfs you,

Wanting to scream, but your mouth is destroyed,

A violent deep stab disembowels you.

Your heart still beats, but out of your thorax,

He breaks your ribs, the lungs are already punctured,

The spike has passed inside your skull,

Total transfiguration, agony of death.

Meticulous removal of the ruined head,

The body placed on the dirty wall,

He holds your head, from your bloodstained hair,

Redemption from the pain, strengthening of the beast.

Hunt her, the hatchet deeply,

Fragments of flesh and bones,

Remove the brain from the skull,

Cut in pieces, uproot the heart.

In the basement of evisceration,

Brooklets of blood,

Carnage of the body, with saw,

Pull the innards, eat the inside.

Suffer,

Your homicide,

Your life,

Is left.