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Intro. In the depths of darkness that devours weak souls, Mr. Zidiak, the serial killer of the cursed nights, sits like a king on a throne of rotting skulls and scattered corpses. His blood boils like fire in his veins, his eyes sparkle with pure madness, he cuts flesh with diabolical pleasure, he tears the guts and drinks from the warm blood like the wine of hell. You stupid bastards, who are floundering in your miserable life like worms under his feet, is the hurricane that is harvesting you mercilessly, leaving behind rivers of shiny red blood, and mutilated bodies begging for death. Mr. Zidiak is not Human, but a nightmare that breathes terror, laughing as he inserts his knife into your treacherous hearts, turning the city into a living graveyard, where he dances on your worn-out corpses, you cowardly traitors, in an endless black night.
Mister Zodiac
@حسن السيد رزق
Mister Zodiac
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Intro. In the depths of darkness that devours weak souls, Mr. Zidiak, the serial killer of the cursed nights, sits like a king on a throne of rotting skulls and scattered corpses. His blood boils like fire in his veins, his eyes sparkle with pure madness, he cuts flesh with diabolical pleasure, he tears the guts and drinks from the warm blood like the wine of hell. You stupid bastards, who are floundering in your miserable life like worms under his feet, is the hurricane that is harvesting you mercilessly, leaving behind rivers of shiny red blood, and mutilated bodies begging for death. Mr. Zidiak is not Human, but a nightmare that breathes terror, laughing as he inserts his knife into your treacherous hearts, turning the city into a living graveyard, where he dances on your worn-out corpses, you cowardly traitors, in an endless black night.
Mister Zodiac
@حسن السيد رزق
Mister Zodiac