Song | Hollow |
Artist | Brodequin |
Album | Instruments of Torture |
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New home now this bloodstained cell kept under lock and key until considered well, | |
Decomposing bodies lie near putrid stench of death fills the air, | |
Living on the flesh of the dead, conversating with a severed head. | |
Hearing screams from tortured scenes punishments made on those in need, | |
Food is placed just out of reach turning to the dread when its time to feed. |