Weeping Flesh

In dark they lie
In cold darkness,
Knowing that this is the end
The end of their miserable lives.
Chambers of neverending cruelty
Morgue of hypocrite scums,
Ragged bodies in shackles,
The coming agony they fear.
The butcheres shadow falls on the grieving
Slowly watching eeriely stearing, waking
Horror omnous feeling showing the seeds
Of terror.
Grabbing one of them whit hims dragging it
Form the hair brutally trough the long halls (hallways)
To the death smelling caves.
In tothe chambers of death and torture
Slashes of the sharp knife mutilate your’e body
Cries of killing and dying
In hundred ways to end you’re life souls of pain screaming.
Chair covered with spikes panicing reactions
With force i hurl the wictim in to screaming pain.
Spiked mouth bites hard ablazing teeth of
Iron thrusts in the weeping flesh
A great pleasure to watch when your’e life fades
Away with creeping pain slowly bleeding to death!