He lifts his hands in celebration and brought them down in exclamations of pain from the mouths of the dying. This blood shall be the story of his hands bespecked in glory to his current victims' end. He strikes his hands about the face and tastes their pain, his heart does race to know them to be crippled.
He mercifully took the eyes and nose ear are next on what he has to dispose. He'll rid them on each sense. For this he feels no guilt to make his conscious twist and lilt. His only crime is violence.