Death, death, death, nothing but death.
Dead people are scattered all over the place.
The last one died just two minutes ago, his face still look
like he's suffering.
Blood everywhere. All the people around me were viciously
slaughtered to death. Slowly.
The corpses are white, the floor is all red.
Death. Nothing but death.
And I sit here, my back to the door, watching the bodies,
happy like a little girl on christmas eve.