C / Croup / The Rostov's Carnage
Into a cold night inside the woods of Rostov you were all alone looking up to the black sky when he appeared a madman from the blackside you tried escape from there but the fate now was sealed!
Now he was prepared to start the festival a wild and bloody way of end with your life the killer shows a knife and drow out your eyes the killer can't sustain your horrible and deep glance
After, he cuted you an arm stabbing you in the heart eviscerating your bloody flesh masturbating hime with your pieces! Stabbing, carving, gloating, Carnage! Screaming, crying, bleeding, Dying!
Nobody stops him and the murders continues fifty three corpses were found horribly skinned.
Without head and legs with the bowels around them a grateful vision for his craving insane mind
Cutting, biting, rending, scattering! Naked, Forsaken, Wounded, Massacred!
The police found him after twelve years of searching there was a judgement and nobody showed mercy.
The mad was condemned to the capital punishment Chikatilo was his name he is dead but his soul Alive!
Screaming, killing, piercing, smashing! Screaming, killing, suffering, rotting! Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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