Некроночка? Некролочка?
21.11.2020, 08:50
Я сначала подумал это "Be prepared"...
Excitement abounds, I almost can't wait! (Relax) I don't want your baby, I already ate.
Though I do tend to generally kill... kill things that don't fight back, heh heh!
I see this village, what does it hold? What shall I butcher them with, fire or cold?
Running from me, sure, you'd think: he's a pathological bloodthirsty homocidal maniac!
I'd kill kittens and puppies and bunnies, I'd mame toddlers and teens and then more!
You see a wife? I see a widow. But what then, can't you see, I'd kill foooor?
I want to incinerate, and decapitate.
I want to melt, want to melt some faces, watching the peasents, oh, what do they call it? Ah, greive.
I suppose that being Undead, there's not much to life.
A soul is needed for loving; feeling, how does this all not make me, (ah,) what's that word again? (Heave)!
You've nowhere to hide, nowhere to run, your village will burn like the heart of the sun!
With (infinite) glee, it's going to be me, that slaughters the wooooorld!
How could I glare into these eyes, and then not stab them? How could I stare at their loss and then not laugh?
I'd cut him in half, then I'd (graft) his head back onto his shoulders!
Or after I'd cut it, I'd make a puppet, on top of a staaaaff!!
I am a Lord that is sometimes bored, I have some urges and need to fulfill them!
After my mayham I simply don't, what's the word? Care!
The stench in the air, the smell of the gore, the carnage far greater than any waaar!
My legacy...death becomes...me! I'll slaughter the...woooooorld.
Though I do tend to generally kill... kill things that don't fight back, heh heh!
I see this village, what does it hold? What shall I butcher them with, fire or cold?
Running from me, sure, you'd think: he's a pathological bloodthirsty homocidal maniac!
I'd kill kittens and puppies and bunnies, I'd mame toddlers and teens and then more!
You see a wife? I see a widow. But what then, can't you see, I'd kill foooor?
I want to incinerate, and decapitate.
I want to melt, want to melt some faces, watching the peasents, oh, what do they call it? Ah, greive.
I suppose that being Undead, there's not much to life.
A soul is needed for loving; feeling, how does this all not make me, (ah,) what's that word again? (Heave)!
You've nowhere to hide, nowhere to run, your village will burn like the heart of the sun!
With (infinite) glee, it's going to be me, that slaughters the wooooorld!
How could I glare into these eyes, and then not stab them? How could I stare at their loss and then not laugh?
I'd cut him in half, then I'd (graft) his head back onto his shoulders!
Or after I'd cut it, I'd make a puppet, on top of a staaaaff!!
I am a Lord that is sometimes bored, I have some urges and need to fulfill them!
After my mayham I simply don't, what's the word? Care!
The stench in the air, the smell of the gore, the carnage far greater than any waaar!
My legacy...death becomes...me! I'll slaughter the...woooooorld.
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