Lirieke: Vena Amori. Richard Allen Dalton. Rotting Beef Carcasses.

You left a trail of blood dragging so far behind you, and I've known this for so long. So long I could hardly wait to see your face with the look of horror as the chainsaw tears through your...
FLESH HANGING FROM THE CEILING, SAW BLADES, AND SEVERED HEADS. TELL ME WHEN IT HURTS!
I'm out to paint this town red... just me and my rusty knife.
You're still bleeding. I'm going to savor every drop. So I guess stabbing deeper probably won't make it stop.
DIE. DIE,why won't you die?
I've torn limbs from your body, but I've yet to find your heart bleeding. Blackened with regret and misery. Fall in love. Watch it fall apart. Fall in love. Watch it die.
Cast blood in the moonlight. The theme of so many rhapsodies.
For I feed you down, to a sordid death!
No one can hear you screaming! The neighbors know that you're plagued with slaughter. You know I love the smell of rotting carcasses and your BRUT cologne sets the mood.
A sordid death. So tell me when it hurts, cause this will hurt!