A cold sharpened blade
Plunge through the skin
Death triumphant
Death the king
Blood on my hands
Blood on my lips
I took the frail bliss of your eyes
And its darker than you think
I violate
I come at night
My great endurance of body, mind and heart
Let me take you through
A gust of wind
Torrent of rain
Blood and semen
Murder is art
The cold blade
The cold blade
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