Madhouse's Macabre Acts
Welcome to madhouse, this is the sanatorium San Agustin Today your life begins, in the hell, you will die here A bath with cold water, a brutal beating and a shirt of force Your demurrage began with, the electrotherapy We go to the electricity room, sit down in the throne of the burnt king Because two hundred volts, they toasted your flesh The electric crashes, they atrophy your brain, your rotten eyes will comе out Your brain swells, you vomit as a dog, calm I don't want to murder you Alone I am wеlcoming you to my madhouse with elecrotherapy This it is hardly the beginning
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
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
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
Today there is not meat in the madhouse and I should give meat to my lunatics Tonight I will peel a fat The old bastard is of name Cleo Tilde! Contained seven years and it's greasy as a pig I am tired of seeing as smiles in the patio And it drains dribble the crazy wretch With wire corner their flesh against the iron Damned! Do you think that I am playing? Cries as a baby this me full with anger! And with my great sharp knife I slice the viceras smoothly Cutting without damaging the organs It kicks while it bleeds Tedious purulent, atrophies nervous altered fat! Regurgitates blood, now there is meat for my lunatics The suet under their skin she mixes with the blood Their bowels drain fluids rancid and putrid The bastard even lives it suffers, it suffers without pity! This fat stinks! I am terrified, very excited so much flesh in my hands Continous skinning, until she dies with their skin in my hand I glad it to be able to give him of eating this week good flesh to my lunatics
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
We have the prophet contained as rat Their damned words they stun my brain! This unhinged! The one says that it is the messenger of god Damned crazy priest! We loose it for to enjoy as it devours its own flesh Autophagy profeta! Degrading profane, I will finish with this I will close your mouth I will crush your skull as shit crawled in the floor tied as worm in the name of god I will kill you prophet and with fury discharge the great rock on their head Deforming their skull, I make it until exploding their rotten brain I finish out squashing the liar You burn in the hell!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
Every morning I travel the asylum I help these crazy wretches playing with me An intravenous and they make me what I tell them They are my dogs! They are my game! When the drug makes their effect, I observe attentively as they injure their genital I adore to film this, I collect these beautiful works I am as an infant with their favorite toy Today I am in Marcos¿ celll, it obeys as a good boy I liked to play with Marcos He want to injure for my and I give him the instruments It begins introducing wire for the hole of their penis It suffers but continues, this hurting their conduits urinals Bleeds for their penis, now continous with the knife It perforates to dagger their testicles Sat down I delight and the poor Marcos is in death agony Now it finishes and beheads their throat It hurts that this show it's very short I am the psychiatrist and I offer them help with my game
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
Desirous of sex, in the nights Searching orgies and pleasure Penetrated for crazy, she is the nurse boss She never rests and is happy, practicing oral sex with the mad patients We are in the punishment cell Contained by several days without proving food We are hungry damned...begins the night, is incredible! This harlot enters in our cell in search of an orgy Their flesh is fresh, tеnder and very sofy She wants sеx! We want meat! The show begins, caresing their teats Masturbating their pussy, and their ass We are excited, but I regret it, we are very hungry Come harlot there! Brutally we hit it in the head until breaking him The skull in two pieces, we destroy their flesh We carve their teats, and spills out blood This prostitute, we devour their sweet corpse This even hot, we chew and at the end we satiate our appetite
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
Day by day I listen their cries in the dawns... In the basement, in the cell but repugnant This woman without mind, without past neither future Caressing the corpse of a baby while it dances as zombie She was Raquel the prostitute The vanity takes it to make several bloody abortions To the thirty five year-old age Raquel finally decides to have a son But fortheir sins it is brought to our asylum This was a theatre, she thought that it was in the hospital When she opened her eyes, it was very excited She wanted to see her baby, and I told him Do observe it very pretty truth it's She smiles and cries of happiness Do you want to your son? Observes well... Without pity I strangle the small bastard until suffocating it She screamed impotent, murder it before her eyes now... Three months later, she dances every night with their son's corpse in decomposition
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
The soldiers with sex hunger, they hit the door of the asylum I offer them good prostitutes for their money Internal madwomen very insane Calm boys, they are clean, beautiful, perfumed, anaesthetized and obliging... The accent with the girls, they are his degenerate Wild they fornicate as pigs, the whole night Party of vaginal fluids, annals, semen, perspiration and blood Wailings of pleasure, pain wailings I enjoy observing like they abuse sexually of some crazy poor! Disgusting fornicating crazy! The morning they go tired, out but pleased They cry of pain, they bleed their vaginas, very infected With strong pelvic pain for cronic epiclesis, developing syphilis Traumatismss allergies and infection in their vaginas These infected the I execute, they don't serve me Others die rotted in life and the other ones are clever for receive my clients
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026
This is the end of the asylum, soon they arrived for us I won't leave neither an alive patient, alone they are seventeen lepers I will give them, I will mark their brains forever I will leave them an unforgettable memory We are in the patio six, here we made some macabre acts One by one we give thеm It finishes it brutal beating then with a hammеr and big rusty nails I perforate their hands and feet presing their meats on the wood Now we lift those leprous christ's, they cry and they groan while they bleed Now we begin the decapitation of these pagans and seventeen heads fall This is apocalyptic, an exhibition of the hell inside my asylum I wait they never forget it, this it was the sanatorium San Agustin A good place at the beginning then enclosure of murders I wait that when find this letter next to this... My corpse dismembered...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 13, 2026