Only minutes left for the clock to strike one,
I’ve searched the whole day but could find none.
I’m becoming restless.
Is there more time to earn or,
Tonight will be my turn?
I’ve been doing this for a while now,
Serving his meals as I had taken a vow.
He prefers them raw and neat,
Hell awaits on him to greet,
After his earthy meal of human meat.
La Visage de Femme 