My hammer's a cold piece of blood-lethal steel. I grin while you writhe with the pain that I deal. Swinging the hammer, I hack through their heads, Deviant defilers, you're next to be dead. I unleash my hammer with sadistic intent. Pounding, surrounding, slamming through your head. Yeah!
Their bodies convulse, in agony, and, pain. I mangle their faces, till no features remain. A blade for the butchering, I cut them to shreds. First take out the organs, then cut off the head. The remains of flesh now sop under my feet. One more bloody massacre, the murders' complete.