For about 1964, my Bloody sea started spilling on floor Artistic but criminal mind, the words used to flow from my knife Running through the bodies in front of me The first victim was Killed in a very important date People used to sing and celebrate, except the chosen girl
'Cause there's no holiday with no funeral!
See my pictures and realize it Get a glimpse of what's up Are you ready to read the poem? Will be attached on your body!
Psychological terror grows, no one knows where safety lies Fear and color associated by fear, Murderer instincts getting clear Poland, you look so different now I see red spilled all around Twenty women, at least, in justice Take me to the judge and rules
'Cause there's no holiday with no funeral!
See my pictures and realize it Get a glimpse of what's up Is it so hard to recognize? Arts and Killing are sole!
Scenes of Mutilation painted red Poems describing beauty and Death
Investigators were studying My way of act in two years past Even though my victims are no more The gift of painting and poems are sure
" Nie ma szczęścia bez płaczu, nie ma życia bez śmierci Uważaj, sprawię, że będziesz płakać!!"
'Cause there's no holiday with no funeral!
See my pictures and realize it Get a glimpse of what's up Can´t you feel you won't survive? 'Cause the Red Spider is here?
Real Name: Łucjan Staniak Country: Poland Body count: 6-20+
Staniak’s nickname was thrust upon him by a journalist viewing his "spidery" writing, always in red, from the letters written to the press.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
