She blacks out
When that question is asked by this vile animal
Nearly suffocating on her vomit
In front of the gloating cannibal.
She awakes in the cage.
Something has changed.
Instead of fear her heart is filled with rage.
Her existence now balancing on the edge of a knife.
She will stay alive.
She is seriously considering suicide.
There is no doubt
To kill herself is the only way out.
"I will be butchered and buried like my brother.
I'd rather cut my wrist just like my mother."
Powered by a hatred she has never experienced before,
Until she cares for suicide no more.
And so the embittered girl starts thinking
Of ways to shove this monster into the oven.
"I will not die as his slave
I'd rather die fighting, scared but brave."
All the doors and windows in this satanic abattoir
Are barricaded.
But hey! There is one way!
A damn small chance to escape.
The front door can be unlocked with a key
Which is attached to the black baton
That the killer carries constantly...
To beat up his slave repeatedly.
One night, when dinner time arrives...
As always the killer puts the baton on the table.
Sitting comfortably, devouring his meal voraciously.
"Come here, have no fear.
Pour me some wine.
You'll be just fine."
That's when she thinks:
This moment is mine!
Nervously walking toward him,
Holding the fork behind her back.
And whilst pouring the wine
She uses all her strength
To stab that fork deep into his neck.
She smashes the bottle on his head.
Yet before she can grab the key,
He pulls everything off the table,
Right before he hits the floor.
A broken kerosene lantern
Leaking fuel causes a fire
She picks up the key from the floor,
Rushes to the front door.
The killer drags himself forward,
Gargling on his own blood.
Come back you ****ing whore!
She smiles and locks the door.
She's running through the woods.
Finally free,
But distracted by the screams of a burning witch.
She runs hard, straight into a tree!
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:24.925]She blacks out
[00:27.615]When that question is asked by this vile animal
[00:31.331]Nearly suffocating on her vomit
[00:35.286]In front of the gloating cannibal.
[00:38.698]She awakes in the cage.
[00:43.824]Something has changed.
[00:45.665]Instead of fear her heart is filled with rage.
[01:01.753]Her existence now balancing on the edge of a knife.
[01:10.724]She will stay alive.
[01:13.039]She is seriously considering suicide.
[01:17.107]There is no doubt
[01:19.599]To kill herself is the only way out.
[01:22.560]"I will be butchered and buried like my brother.
[01:28.335]I'd rather cut my wrist just like my mother."
[01:34.576]
[01:51.955]Powered by a hatred she has never experienced before,
[02:00.663]Until she cares for suicide no more.
[02:06.890]And so the embittered girl starts thinking
[02:11.704]Of ways to shove this monster into the oven.
[02:16.877]"I will not die as his slave
[02:20.785]I'd rather die fighting, scared but brave."
[03:06.928]All the doors and windows in this satanic abattoir
[03:13.554]Are barricaded.
[03:15.417]But hey! There is one way!
[03:17.442]A damn small chance to escape.
[03:21.126]The front door can be unlocked with a key
[03:27.013]Which is attached to the black baton
[03:31.193]That the killer carries constantly...
[03:33.484]To beat up his slave repeatedly.
[03:37.648]
[03:37.879]One night, when dinner time arrives...
[03:43.133]As always the killer puts the baton on the table.
[03:48.284]Sitting comfortably, devouring his meal voraciously.
[03:57.488]"Come here, have no fear.
[04:02.558]Pour me some wine.
[04:04.519]You'll be just fine."
[04:06.922]
[04:07.545]That's when she thinks:
[04:09.122]This moment is mine!
[04:11.235]Nervously walking toward him,
[04:14.783]Holding the fork behind her back.
[04:17.112]And whilst pouring the wine
[04:19.154]She uses all her strength
[04:21.163]To stab that fork deep into his neck.
[04:27.228]She smashes the bottle on his head.
[04:32.443]Yet before she can grab the key,
[04:37.209]He pulls everything off the table,
[04:40.300]Right before he hits the floor.
[04:43.665]A broken kerosene lantern
[04:45.666]Leaking fuel causes a fire
[04:51.913]She picks up the key from the floor,
[04:53.881]Rushes to the front door.
[04:56.539]The killer drags himself forward,
[04:59.919]Gargling on his own blood.
[05:02.198]Come back you ****ing whore!
[05:05.380]She smiles and locks the door.
[05:07.854]She's running through the woods.
[05:09.510]Finally free,
[05:11.591]But distracted by the screams of a burning witch.
[05:16.069]She runs hard, straight into a tree!
She blacks out
When that question is asked by this vile animal
Nearly suffocating on her vomit
In front of the gloating cannibal.
She awakes in the cage.
Something has changed.
Instead of fear her heart is filled with rage.
Her existence now balancing on the edge of a knife.
She will stay alive.
She is seriously considering suicide.
There is no doubt
To kill herself is the only way out.
"I will be butchered and buried like my brother.
I'd rather cut my wrist just like my mother."
Powered by a hatred she has never experienced before,
Until she cares for suicide no more.
And so the embittered girl starts thinking
Of ways to shove this monster into the oven.
"I will not die as his slave
I'd rather die fighting, scared but brave."
All the doors and windows in this satanic abattoir
Are barricaded.
But hey! There is one way!
A damn small chance to escape.
The front door can be unlocked with a key
Which is attached to the black baton
That the killer carries constantly...
To beat up his slave repeatedly.
One night, when dinner time arrives...
As always the killer puts the baton on the table.
Sitting comfortably, devouring his meal voraciously.
"Come here, have no fear.
Pour me some wine.
You'll be just fine."
That's when she thinks:
This moment is mine!
Nervously walking toward him,
Holding the fork behind her back.
And whilst pouring the wine
She uses all her strength
To stab that fork deep into his neck.
She smashes the bottle on his head.
Yet before she can grab the key,
He pulls everything off the table,
Right before he hits the floor.
A broken kerosene lantern
Leaking fuel causes a fire
She picks up the key from the floor,
Rushes to the front door.
The killer drags himself forward,
Gargling on his own blood.
Come back you ****ing whore!
She smiles and locks the door.
She's running through the woods.
Finally free,
But distracted by the screams of a burning witch.
She runs hard, straight into a tree!
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:24.925]She blacks out
[00:27.615]When that question is asked by this vile animal
[00:31.331]Nearly suffocating on her vomit
[00:35.286]In front of the gloating cannibal.
[00:38.698]She awakes in the cage.
[00:43.824]Something has changed.
[00:45.665]Instead of fear her heart is filled with rage.
[01:01.753]Her existence now balancing on the edge of a knife.
[01:10.724]She will stay alive.
[01:13.039]She is seriously considering suicide.
[01:17.107]There is no doubt
[01:19.599]To kill herself is the only way out.
[01:22.560]"I will be butchered and buried like my brother.
[01:28.335]I'd rather cut my wrist just like my mother."
[01:34.576]
[01:51.955]Powered by a hatred she has never experienced before,
[02:00.663]Until she cares for suicide no more.
[02:06.890]And so the embittered girl starts thinking
[02:11.704]Of ways to shove this monster into the oven.
[02:16.877]"I will not die as his slave
[02:20.785]I'd rather die fighting, scared but brave."
[03:06.928]All the doors and windows in this satanic abattoir
[03:13.554]Are barricaded.
[03:15.417]But hey! There is one way!
[03:17.442]A damn small chance to escape.
[03:21.126]The front door can be unlocked with a key
[03:27.013]Which is attached to the black baton
[03:31.193]That the killer carries constantly...
[03:33.484]To beat up his slave repeatedly.
[03:37.648]
[03:37.879]One night, when dinner time arrives...
[03:43.133]As always the killer puts the baton on the table.
[03:48.284]Sitting comfortably, devouring his meal voraciously.
[03:57.488]"Come here, have no fear.
[04:02.558]Pour me some wine.
[04:04.519]You'll be just fine."
[04:06.922]
[04:07.545]That's when she thinks:
[04:09.122]This moment is mine!
[04:11.235]Nervously walking toward him,
[04:14.783]Holding the fork behind her back.
[04:17.112]And whilst pouring the wine
[04:19.154]She uses all her strength
[04:21.163]To stab that fork deep into his neck.
[04:27.228]She smashes the bottle on his head.
[04:32.443]Yet before she can grab the key,
[04:37.209]He pulls everything off the table,
[04:40.300]Right before he hits the floor.
[04:43.665]A broken kerosene lantern
[04:45.666]Leaking fuel causes a fire
[04:51.913]She picks up the key from the floor,
[04:53.881]Rushes to the front door.
[04:56.539]The killer drags himself forward,
[04:59.919]Gargling on his own blood.
[05:02.198]Come back you ****ing whore!
[05:05.380]She smiles and locks the door.
[05:07.854]She's running through the woods.
[05:09.510]Finally free,
[05:11.591]But distracted by the screams of a burning witch.
[05:16.069]She runs hard, straight into a tree!
Listen!
Don't you hear
These mad symphonies of grievance and fear?
Can be sensed when we draw near.
Some hear a violin sound
Others hear a man moaning...
Ik kom uit het graf,
Ik penetreer de scheiding tussen leven en dood,
Ik kom terug uit het dodenrijk,
En ik zal voor altijd bij je blijven,
Ik maak je ...
The pale moon lit a ragged passage ahead
Through crepuscular forests a creature fled
The scattered caws of pitch black crows
Their eyes reflecting jag...
In the age of electricity and oil, my tugboat ploughs through waveless liquid soil
Cruising at thirteen knots on pitch black sea.
There's a strange ...
A black shape sits on deck in a red glistening puddle
Sobbing and shaking, curled up in a huddle.
The shape of a man amidst silence and slaughter,
Clo...
Hector was nine. In school making colorful drawings most of his time. One day he made this horrible portrait of a dead man and his child. The teacher ...
I sing a song to the dead
From my heart, profoundly sad
Forlorn I cling to everything that is them
By betraying their peace
I keep death in asylum
Son...
Ik kom uit het graf
Ik penetreer de scheiding tussen leven en dood
Ik kom terug uit het dodenrijk
En ik zal voor altijd bij je blijven
Ik maak je kapo...
At midnight hour, he washes blood on his hands
We lay the town folk, they pray and work the field from dawn
Until the sun down, when all the light of ...