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I feel your body - cold and still

Fingers trembling - Heart beating fast

Empty eyes - hope fades away

Pale Skin - Soon to be mine

Down in the cellar noone can see

My twisted mind - your destiny

Deep scarves in your innocent flesh

Breathing gets harder stab by stab

I´m the tormentor - The judge of life

Ten fingers choped one by one

Your suffer - my satisfaction

I´m the tomentor - The judge of life

Tormented - Dead

Bones are ripped out of the tormented flesh

Skin keeps me warm when i burry the bones

Side by side they lie in the backyard