Rope around his throat and his limbs
Sharpen the tools that will seal his fate
Bloodsoaked serenades are ready to be
Celebrated
Death shall bring one more to his
Collection
Convulsion through every vein of his
Body, the knife slips deeper within
Mouth agape, guttural noise, the
Beginning of brutal genocide, hunted
Through the woods
Eating dirt, head torn off, blood gushing
Covering the soil
Eating dirt, head torn off, blood gushing
Covering the soil
Human trophies
Strip the skin, rinse the bone, polish the
Surface
Gouge the eyes, ripe the spine, collecting
Trophies
One more on the shelf, next to
A hundred of heads
