Dying the World in Crimson.

We'll hold hands and create these terrors ourselves.
Together, skipping through back-ways and allies.
Through the windows of old abandoned houses,
We will stalk our next prey. In order to live alone
In comfort of what we can accomplish, We kill to
Eat. The more we kill, the more alive in our hearts
We are. Silently, we travel on foot with our
Accomplices, our blades. Spurting these cities walls
With the blood of these bleeders. And we shall
Find more to fulfill the new colour of the world.
All through these cities, we'll happily frolic as we
Slit their throats and laugh. Watching the blood
Splatter until no one is alive. Through each city,
We live our new lives as happy silent killers. Let
No cop take us alive. Killing 'til our wonderland.