Awaken from the chloroform, dazed and confused.
As usual tears are shed, when you realise you can - no longer move.
Tied down to a chair, face all cut and mangled.
Left gasping for air, after being half - strangled to death.
Screams echo amongst the trees, I like to be discreet.
Ignoring all the innocent pleas, I feed on fear.
Taunt my victims with their freedom, crawling from my wrath.
Now my favourite tool of torture, hungers in my grasp.
I start the motor.
They pick up speed.
As I draw closer.
For the 3rd degree.
Chainsaw hack to the back
Severing spinal chord
Flesh bonds to the chain
Victim is slain
Who doesn't know about Rogga and his phenomenal output of swedeath? It has to be acknowledged that he doesn't put out any bad songs and is capable to hold up the tension. Not only that, je eben manages to increase the intensity of his works. mourner