Blood-covered walls in the gloom
Rooms filled with putrid corpses
Splattered brains on the ground
Eyeballs put in their mouth
Undoing expressions of the death
Playing with the broken legs
Rivers of blood flowing outside
Bloody knifes on the table
Used by the serial butcher
Enter this building and smell the death
Welcome in my shed
I call it "castle of death"
Enter and you will be dead