Sanatorium

Human Trophies
Rope around his throat and his limbs Sharpen the tools that will seal his fate Bloodsoaked serenades are ready to be celebrated Death shall bring one more to his collection... Convulsion through every vein of his body, the knife slips deeper within Mouth agape, guttural noise, the beginning of brutal genocide, hunted through the woods Eating dirt, head torn off, blood gushing, covering the soil... Eating dirt, head torn off, blood gushing, covering the soil... From Letras Mania