Welcome to my room my dear I'll show you a
I knew my destination from my moment of birthI'd live
We are instruments of evil we come straight from hellWe're
Born on a battlefield and baptized in bloodYou took your
Lying rigid on a table trying to move, I am
Black is the night full is the moonPicking the flesh
Beckoning victims to his horror show into the chamber of
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