In a room with a monster who wants us all to die
You drink at his side, copy the look in his eye
Downing his anger, his poison like a shot
His hate so contagious, your soul starts to rot
He searches the room, thinking who first to maul
Your position and his power striking fear in us all
I don’t know your reasons behind this betrayal
But the rising of the Sun will put an end to this tale
Eyes fall on a girl, quite small, pretty face
The kind you’d be in love with in any other place
Helpless and screaming, she’s tied to a post
Now comes what you’ve longed for, these past days, the most
Did you know her as a child? She could have been your friend
Surely those memories are far too recent to end?
Choking, spitting, writhing on the floor
The light in her eyes doesn’t shine anymore
You’ve torn her, you’ve ripped her, until she was dead
A death on your conscious echoes now through
your head
You coward, you rookie, you fucking disgrace
Crying on the floor, blood covering your face
Peep through your hands to see what you’ve done
Your very first killing and too the last one
Cower back in the corner for the whole room to see
You’re clearly not the monster you thought you could be
And I don’t know your reasons behind this betrayal
But the rising of the Sun will put an end to this tale
The monster who guided you, he wasn’t impressed
And now for this reason you’ll die with the rest
One last kind act to the rest of us, he grants us revenge
You’ll never in the next few hours hurt anyone again
Naked and screaming, bent backwards over a rock
Laughing hysterically, the monster rips off your cock
Scratching your flesh and spitting in the wounds
Blood spurts so high it could stain the moon
But not yet the luxury of allowing you to die
Your final hours of torture, you will be completely alive
After a few hours I can no longer hear your screams
But the sight of you writhing in blood is the best sight I’ve seen
A strange, sadistic comfort, for which I remember that night
That night that, thanks to a monster with an axe, we all had to die.
