I’ll shoot them all
I’ll win, I swear!
Their heads, as trophies,
I shallkeep,
Upon my bloodstained
Walls

I’ll cut their eyes out -
Put glass ones in and
shave off all their hair.
I’ll cut out their tongues
And close their mouths
Forever

Their brains, I will eat,
Fried with soy sauce.
Their teeth I shall collect in a jar.
Such wonderful trophies they shall be,
Sitting upon my shelf
Silently

Of all these trophies
I have my best:
A creature called Zaroff.
I ate him for supper
Organs and all.
How delicious victory tastes.