Where does madness begin?
Is it in the mind of the crimson-claw beast?
Or in the thoughts of the very-cunning dwarf?
Many centuries ago, these were my thoughts
Until the unholy figure approached me
A-killing I went, legs torn off
Testicles trodden on, buttocks chewed
The victims hung by their ankles
The latches attached to their heads
Slowly crushing as their ribs burst for air
Chilling wind as they screech for their lives
Grovel, you horrid people, stupid filthy dirt
The machine starts to whirr as the pigs scream
I laugh as they crush: The feast begins
Gorge on the slaughter
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Incisors cut through the cranium
Grabbing the brain, hurting the victim (very good.)
Hung up to bleed, bleed to death
By the hand of the bad man
Dark in the eye, terrified of the crab
It moves towards us slowly, carefully, sinisterly
What can they do, but pray to the holy black
Necrobeast
More will die, more will be tortured
More is never enough
Father dies, mother crushed, jimmy twisted
Little mary cries, machine comes nearer
Little mary sliced, blood everywhere
Machine moves on crushing and disembowelling
Relatives in shock, as they flee for freedom
Never, never shall they be happy again
Here comes the machine
A-killing, a-killing
