As she peers through the window, mist at her back, evil at her feet, should you let her in or hear her screams?
They always try to run.
They always try to hide.
But I can always smell their soul inside.
More than one makes my mouth water.
I don’t care who it is, your mother, father, son or daughter I’m gunna open them up like animals to the slaughter!
Darkness falls, the air grim and cold as I dig your grave while you wriggle in those ties. Yes its real and I’m gunna fuckin bury you alive.