Pierced and stabbed
burnt and chopped
dying act of violence
dragging to it's end
Grinded skin exposing bones
Nails turn around
as he drags himself away
from the pit of torture
No escape from the butcher
He cannot run, just crawl
Meets his end, the final doom
Awaiting the swing of the axe!
Sixhundred and sixty six wounds
bleeding to certain death
Sixhundred and sixty six wounds
there's no blood to bleed!
Butcher catches the runaway
Several limbs chopped off
Last swing rising above
Let it smash his skull!
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