| He takes his time | 
| When he stabs the boy to death | 
| He keeps slashing and slicing | 
| Even after his last breath | 
| Ill-fated gods are given praise | 
| Whilst stabbing the infant’s torso, limbs and face | 
| Gaping wounds gushing blood and gore | 
| Covering the pentacle on the floor | 
| No way to die at that age | 
| Slaughtered before his sister’s eyes | 
| Staring from the cage | 
| Relieved, for the witch’s voice | 
| Now whispers and laughs | 
| The killer leaves the room | 
| But comes back with an axe | 
| He chops up the corpse | 
| Tosses his body parts into plastic bags | 
| Drags them to the garden outside | 
| To be buried | 
| In an unmarked grave on this night | 
| The poor girl who has lost her mother | 
| Is now forced to bury | 
| What’s left of her dismembered brother | 
| A macabre funeral in a sepulchral garden | 
| Buried next to the others | 
| In the backyard of death himself | 
| Exchanging the shovel for a bucket and a rag | 
| She had never seen | 
| Such a terrible bloodbath before | 
| Bone fragments and viscous clots of human gruel | 
| She’s forced to clean | 
| The lugubrious mess off the floor | 
| Asking the murderer what will happen with her life | 
| He answers | 
| «You will serve me as my slave | 
| Until your inevitable sacrifice | 
| For the witch’s wish and will is my command to kill» | 
| It’s dinnertime in the residence of this psychopath | 
| A fine meal of beans, bread, meat, and some wine | 
| Fortunately no empty stomach for the rest of the day | 
| Then the killer has something special to say | 
| «I saved your brother’s most valuable part | 
| Before the burial I cut out his precious little heart | 
| Swallowing the souls of the victims | 
| Their hearts are what I eat | 
| Your brother’s soul has now been devoured | 
| So tell me… did you like the meat?» |