She is the dark one…
As a bird I watched her from my cold tower in the heavens
and when she fell from the north-place, I flew down and embraced her
I took her where the snow falls forever, she showed me the haunted woods
We gathered together in the oaken palace, free from both death and life
The fire blazed in her eyes one day and she tore the soul from my chest
With a bleeding heart, I flew back to my cold tower
to never escape and lie in a pool of death forever
do you want a fucking medal or something?
Phillips: Did their race matter to you?
Dahmer: No, their race didn’t matter to me. The first two young men were white, the third young man was American Indian, the fourth and fifth were Hispanic… so no. Race had nothing to do with it. It was just their looks.