Ancestral Myth

Face Collection

Let me seize your body and your mind
Make of you a real work of art I am the one who can reveal you
Through death and torture, pain and torments
Please be my toy
Don't try to flee I have all the required tools to fashion you
Knife, razor and scalpel, nails and hammer I'm not afraid to get dirty
Without blood and gore, there's no good work
Now, tied and gaged
Feel the cold of my blade
Walking alone in the heart of the night
You penetrate my territory
Don't you see that I'm following you
Playing the old game of predator and prey
You start to run as I laugh I see your skull, under face
You start to cry as I grap you I see your skin separated of your corpse
Now you try to resist to me
Don't you know I like it
You belong to me
Carrying your vulnerable unconscious body I head for my reassuring lair
Thinking of what I will make of you
Excitement is growing in me I set out my tools in front of you
Soon they will make part of you
I install some mirrors all around
Nothing must be out of your sight
I take my stapler
Now your eyelid will stay open
We can begin I slowly take my hammer
And nail you to the wall
As I drill your body
Spurts of blood spronkle me
I begin to incise your face
To drive dozens of hooks
I will just have to draw the chains
To pull out your skin
I draw and free your flesh
From your skin It's so pretty
I love your distorted mask
New face in my collection