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Electric storms shaking the asylum

This doesn't break me in my desire of marking to the new guest

My son!! Regrets it!

In my pavilion, alone I have arms and face!

In an aggresive impulse, I attack him

I perforate severely their face and he screams as magpie!

While I thrash him the face with dagger

Then... I get up and slice their hairy leather

And I list this it is the first rule for rest in my pavilion

The pain affects it...I take advantage and handsaw their arms

Perfect, very well...I cork their hemorrhages

You will live now in the pavilion of the deformed creatures

Nobody visits this place the cells in this pavilion

They are dens of monsters, enclosures of the hell

Humans converted in thrilling deformed beings

Forced to commerce among if their excretions, their wailings

The walls resound many with the wounds of the rotted face

Some even bleed, those they are the rules in my pavilion