On the remote island of Russian creeps
A cast away washed ashore wounded and weak
Upon awakening such place he has never seen
Not familiar to his eyes, or has he ever being
Struggle to stand, and from his feet he bled
With the buzzing sounds he constantly heard in his head
Stranded at the shore no one seem to be at bay
No ship approaching and no one coming his way
Unconsciously he fainted, fell to the ground,
And woke only to find himself chained and tied down
To a basement in a mansion that’s where he was
With antique items and dirty old rugs
Swiftly and quietly appears a mysterious girl
With the appearance of what seems not from this world
In front of a huge mirror she stands combing her hair
While the lost victim sit quietly and trembled in fear
As she brushed her hair with…
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