Deformed Creatures Pavilion

Electric storms shaking the asylum
This doesn't break me in my desire of marking to the new guest
My son!! Regrets it!
In my pavilion, alone I have arms and face!
In an aggresive impulse, I attack him
I perforate severely their face and he screams as magpie!
While I thrash him the face with dagger
Then... I get up and slice their hairy leather
And I list this it is the first rule for rest in my pavilion
The pain affеcts it...I take advantage and handsaw their arms
Pеrfect, very well...I cork their hemorrhages
You will live now in the pavilion of the deformed creatures
Nobody visits this place the cells in this pavilion
They are dens of monsters, enclosures of the hell
Humans converted in thrilling deformed beings
Forced to commerce among if their excretions, their wailings
The walls resound many with the wounds of the rotted face
Some even bleed, those they are the rules in my pavilion