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It was never about her cutting grin, 
or sound of blade breaking skin. 
It came from nights we spent in sin. 
 
As in the House of Scream 
 
She danced so light like blade of bone. 
Razor hand the seed is sewn. 
She taught me pain like none have known. 
 
As in the House of Scream 
 
I see her still, 
as I maim and kill. 
I gave to her my mortal will. 
 
As in the House of Sceam 
 
Our mingled blood shall flow in stream, 
to wash the dark in crimson dream. 
As in the House of scream. 
 
As in the house of scream.