WARNING: The following contains graphic descriptions of extreme violence and some strong language. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Blood Hate

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Blood.... hate.....
My fate.
Blood hate, cannot wait
I crawl through the grass, with my tormentor and rapist at my side....
Up to the window of some poor soul's house, you can't hide
From the inevitable demise, I wish I could warn you of the danger.
But I cannot, as Ilsa, my....mistress, might lash out at me, fearing her anger.
Blood (blood) hate (hate), my (my) fate (fate)
Your window left open, we crawl through the window to your bedroom
We see you and your pregnant wife, whose baby slowly develops in her womb.
Blood hate.... it's my fate.
You wake up and stand, terror in your eyes, as Ilsa cuts your balls off with her knife (KNIFE!)
Splattering blood all over your pregnant wife. (WIFE!)
Blood....Hate......My fate..... I cannot wait....
Making you eat your own balls, as you bleed to death,
Crying out your wife's name with your dying breath.
I see the sickening grin on Ilsa's face, as she rips your throat out to take your blood.
The temptation of draining your pregnant wife is slowly getting strong, like a deadly flood.
Blood (blood) hate. can't wait.
She starts to rub your wife's belly, with eyes red as the crimson stains on the floor
She wants to operate with the bloodstained knife, wanting to take the baby..... that fucking whore...
She starts the operation with evil intent; she said, "No, don't that!" and Ilsa said,
"I don't give a...... rat's whiskers!" After removing the baby from the womb, your pregnant wife dead,
She eats the stillborn baby alive, pouring the blood down my throat with force.
We are wicked creatures of the night, of course.
Blood hate
It is my fate.