Mace Face - Torture Rack

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