LYRIC: Lex Talionis
It's been a while since her last encounter
by the fireplace
What a joyful evening of agony and torture
His screaming in pain Music to her ears
And the power it gave her
A taste of true freedom
Her cravings for more are kicking in
Time to satiate this urge to kill again.
Hunting down this time won't be as easy as before
Aggressive measures must be taken
Like a bird of prey - Waiting for the right moment to strike
Dreadful anticipation - But it all pays off in the end.
Sexual predators list in hand
Eliminate them all - Playing innocent
That's the plan - And they're gonna find their match
The wrong one to mess with - Cos she's out for revenge.
Walking down a dark empty alley - She finds one of them
The lucky motherfucker didn't see that coming
Like a bird of prey - Waiting for the right moment to strike
Dreadful anticipation - But it all pays off in the end.
She hits him hard in the head with a metal pipe
Knocking him out cold
Then drags him to an empty storage space nearby.
When he wakes up he's already stripped of all his clothes
Bent over in all fours and unable to move
The fun has just begun She fucks him hard
repeatedly with the same metal rod from the alley
Who's the bitch now she asks
Then proceeds to beat him up
Breaking every single bone in his body
Then grabs her knife and cuts his dick off clean
He chokes to death swallowing his own penis
And with that , the ritual is over for the night.
Tomorrow's another day - One down and more to come
Her killing spree is far from over - Too much to get done
Violence never felt so right - Her murderous thoughts - Begging to become real -
And they will!
BEHIND THE LYRICS: " MURDERED, HE WAS"
Every story has a beginning and "murdered, he was" is no exception. A woman is trying to have a regular life, have friends, work and socialize. She decides to use the internet and social networking to interact with people, read posts and comment on them.
It all worked well until she starts receiving unwanted private messages, that includes explicit videos and pictures not requested or approved by her. She also gets innumerous daily emails of the same nature and all of those messages are sent by unknown men from all over the globe. All that online sexual harassment takes a toll on her and ultimately she loses all control over her emotions.
Unable to stop those overwhelming feelings of anger and hatred, she have had enough already. It's time to take matters into her own hands. One day she logs in, chooses one of the private messages at random and answers it. She pretends to enjoy the conversation and leads the guy into believing she's truly interested in meeting him in person so they set up a date at her place the same day. He's completely convinced and shows up at her doorstep in the evening.
She welcomes him and they both proceed to the living room where there's a fireplace already lit up. He gets comfortable and she brings him a drink that's already spiked up with a powerful paralyzing drug. The man drinks it all and he starts to feel numb but conscious. She's standing by the fireplace, her heart is racing with anticipation, struggling to wait any longer, she grabs a fireplace poker, puts it inside the open flame until it turns red, takes it out and walks toward the man who's looking at her completely horrified and unable to move or scream.
She grabs her cellphone and shows him the very first message he sent her, the same one that brought him there. He saw his naked picture and that's all it took for him to realize that he won't be making it out of there alive. She puts the hot poker straight into his right eye. The smell of burning flesh makes her want it even more. She stabs him one more time, this time near the liver, after that, she drags him down to the wine cellar in the basement where she chains and tortures him until he finally dies. She gets rid of the body.
On her way back home she feels the urge to do it all over again. She grabs her phone, checks her unread messages, chooses another one at random and answers it... The cycle repeats itself over and over again.
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POR TRÁS DA LETRA : "MURDERED,HE WAS"
Toda história tem um começo e a letra da música "murdered,he was" não é uma exceção. Uma mulher tenta levar uma vida normal, ter amigos, trabalhar e socializar. Ela decide usar a internet, mais especificamente as redes sociais para interagir um pouco com as pessoas, ler algumas publicações, se informar e fazer comentários.
Tudo estava funcionando muito bem até o dia que ela começa receber mensagens do nada, mensagens que ela não queria nem tinha pedido. Estas mensagens continham nudes,vídeos e coisas do tipo e estas mensagens eram enviadas por homens de todos os lugares do mundo. Com o tempo todo esse assédio sexual online teve consequências : Ela perde todo tipo de controle sobre suas próprias emoções.
Não conseguindo parar de sentir raiva e ódio, ela não aguenta mais e decide que está na hora de fazer algo. Um dia ela acorda, entra numa das redes sociais, escolhe uma dessas tantas mensagens pesadas que tinha recebido e finalmente responde. O homem lê a resposta dela. Os dois começam conversar e ela o faz acreditar que realmente ela está adorando aquilo tudo. Conversa vai, conversa vem e depois de algumas horas ela marca um encontro na casa dela no mesmo dia. O homem chega a noite, bate na porta e ela gentilmente o recebe.
Os dois vão andando até a sala da casa, na sala tinha uma lareira já acessa. O homem senta no sofá e ela oferece a ele uma bebida que tinha sido previamente batizada com uma poderosa droga paralisante. Ele bebe tudo e começa se sentir entorpecido porém consciente. Ela está parada do lado da lareira observando tudo mas sem falar nada, seu coração está acelerado e mal consegue aguentar ou esperar até ele ficar completamente paralisado assim que pega um atiçador de lareira que estava por perto, o coloca dentro das chamas e espera até ficar vermelho de quente, o retira do fogo e começa andar na direção do homem que já estava no chão. Com a outra mão ela pega o celular e mostra para ele a primeira mensagem que ele tinha enviado a ela, um nude e uma mensagem absurda, que foi a mesma que o fez entrar na situação na qual ele estava agora e com isso ele soube que não sairia dali com vida.
Ele olha para ela horrorizado sem poder se mexer ou gritar. Ela larga o celular, pega o atiçador quente e enfia no olho direito dele. O cheiro de carne humana queimando deixa ela com mais ânimos para continuar. Ela usa o atiçador mais uma vez, dessa vez enfia perto do fígado, depois ela arrasta e chuta ele até o porão onde ela tinha além de uma pequena adega de vinho, várias correntes e alguns instrumentos de tortura. Ela passa a torturar o homem por várias horas até ele morrer. Ela saí de casa e faz o cadáver sumir.
Voltando pra casa ela sente uma necessidade enorme de fazer aquilo tudo de novo. Entra em casa, pega o celular, entra na rede social, escolhe uma outra mensagem também de forma aleatória, lê o conteúdo e responde... O ciclo se repete até hoje.
She could only take so much
They kept pestering pestering her
The cheap talk, the doxing and
unwanted nudes Motherfucking
cyberstalkers, harasser, rapist, Breeee
Done with their bullshit, Something's gotta give
she had decided It was, time to play their game.
another typical day, Random idiot
harassing her online, she answered back!
And pretended to enjoy it…
Days kept passing by gaining his trust
Fucking asshole really bought it - Hehe
She arranged their first date at her place - Hehe
A few drinks here and there and he was drugged - hehe
Paralyzed from the neck down - Hehehe
He was stripped and - bound by the fireplace
Where a hot metal - rod had been sitting
He was branded - all over with it.
She stared at him - with delight
He begged for - his life in vain
Torture has just begun, Some slashing then stabbing
Dismembering the little fuck – little cock!
Torture has just begun, Some slashing then stabbing
Dismembering the little fuck – little cock!
Murdered, he was! Murdered, he was! Murdered, he was!
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