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Blood will never be enough

The pain will never be less acute

Horror will never fade away

Rivers of tears will not dry up

Obsession with torture and execution

Hundreds of generations march

To the groans and cries,

On bones and skulls

Inhaling the stench of decay

Morbid obsessoin

Morbid obsession

Passion for torture

Passion for torture

Instruments of torment

Or just painful devices

Perfected over the centuries

Desire to destroy their similars

Is natural for human

Like birth and non-existence

From childhood to death