Welcome to my room my dear I'll show you a
I knew my destination from my moment of birthI'd live
We are instruments of evil we come straight from hellWe're
He seeks fresh bodies in the morgue to test his
Lying rigid on a table trying to move, I am
Black is the night full is the moonPicking the flesh
Beckoning victims to his horror show into the chamber of
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