Torture Rack - Mace Face

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Going for a little stroll, in the fog of night
You can hear me laughing as I run up from behind
Turn around, feel the power, as I swing the mace
Incapacitated, you fall on broken legs
In your eyes-reflection of evil staring back
Limbs are pulverized, prying apart your splintered bones
In your dying eyes-reflection of evil staring back
Standing in the fog of night
Raising the mace to bludgeon your brains