Someone wrote the story of this corpse lying in my living room. Written deeply by blade on his rotten skin. Starting like a lowly diary. “Today I’ve committed the most cruel acts, unseen until now by demon or man. They tempted me to do it, unknowing that I would go far beyond their plan. The most clear expression of terror under this simple human skin. Any adjective won’t be enough to describe the way that my hands are deciding his luck. Darker than black, darker than black. These demons are crying, they’re shedding their tears. They’re trying to stop the… the worst sight they have ever seen. They’re shedding their tears. They’re shedding their tears. They’re shedding their fucking tears. With my hands I ruined his life. Looking for screams in every cut. Making him a mockery. Without letting him die until... until my wrath fades away. Oh! Forces of hell are crying like (…) asking me for mercy. The worst consequences as penitence. With scissors cutting his flesh. All the finest metals meeting in his chest. The tension in his nerves sounds like a fucking master piece. No one has suffered as much as this one cause no one has been capable of this before. No one has lost that slowly his blood, feeling guilty for each falling drop. No one has suffered as much as this one cause no one has been capable of this before. No one has lost that slowly his blood, feeling guilty for each falling drop. They shall invent a new hell for me. They shall invent a new hell for me. They shall invent a new hell for me”. Dixit “They shall invent a new hell for me.”Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
