Blades, dull and rusty, glide against the flint.
An empty shell of a human is what is left of your conquered foe.
Hands running red with blood and saliva.
Ah, the copper taste of blood could have never tasted better.
Screams of small children can be heard down the hall.
Crying for forgiveness.
Repenting for their sins.
"Muahahahahahahaha"
The complexity that classical music offers,
drowns out their cries and helps keep you focused.
An axe, a saw, and a hammer lay on a table next to you.
That is all you need for what is to come...
[youtube]q8c9maWYRNo[/youtube]
An empty shell of a human is what is left of your conquered foe.
Hands running red with blood and saliva.
Ah, the copper taste of blood could have never tasted better.
Screams of small children can be heard down the hall.
Crying for forgiveness.
Repenting for their sins.
"Muahahahahahahaha"
The complexity that classical music offers,
drowns out their cries and helps keep you focused.
An axe, a saw, and a hammer lay on a table next to you.
That is all you need for what is to come...
[youtube]q8c9maWYRNo[/youtube]
