Tureene stared at the wall, his mind growing darker. He had gone awhile with out sleep his senses have grown dull. He never was one for sleep, another thing he'd rather not do if he hadn't needed it to live. He turned around looking out his cell, a smile on his face. He began to murrmer the familiar words he would chant to his victims. "Jetzt hast du Angst und ich bin soweit, mein krankes Dasein nach ErlÃ¶sung schreit, dein weiÃes Fleisch wird mein Schafott, in meinem Himmel gibt es keinen Gott." He began to laugh as he remembered the frightened look of all his victims. The strange bloodlust overwhelming. He wrapped his hands around the bars and gripped them tightly, his knuckles becoming white as he bagan to laugh. "Mein schwarzes Blut und dein weiÃes Fleisch, ich werd immer geiler von deinem Gekreisch, der AngstschweiÃ da auf deiner weiÃen Stirn, hagelt in mein krankes Gehirn." He let out a sigh when he was done, "ah German, the language of torture."