Testo Nicole

Whirl, horror, most infamous thrill Master, skeleton, take my hand Lest the spiraled, give me my wrists I don't fear you...want to be your friend The spirits rise around me Waiting on them to be Black night feed me They're always around me And the spirit of that fell witch Once dreamed about and never forgotten Well, the body of that witch Slice into...awake the flesh Slice in circles, spiral thither Patterns flog the Keeper's beast Cowers 'neath the eyes he meets I kill you...so many times... Why don't you die... Why don't you die... I want you to die...