There are variations. I have also heard, “Kill them all except 6, we need pallbearers”.
Well, shoot, with THAT set-up, a damned shopping list would sound scary!
"yeah I was there in Jerusalem,
when they busted down the gates,
and we killed every goddamn one of them
and let out all our hate
Yeah God sure is a bloody God
God sure is a bloody God
He knows how it is I guess
si I do it for the lord"
- David Childers
“You ever listen to K-Billy’s ‘Super Sounds of the Seventies’ weekend? It’s my personal favorite.” – Mr. Blonde, Reservoir Dogs
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heh… I figured the whole thing would be too long to quote, so I just cut to the chase as it were. I’ll have to check out that version. Henry V is one of my faves.
and another few quotes to stay on topic:
“You did not seriously think that a hobbit could contend with the will of Sauron? There are none who can.” with the dreadful implication: not even me. 
“Oh, I’m afraid the deflector shield will be quite operational when your friends arrive.”
Unsure of the authors, and the first two are destined to be inscribed on a bicep near me, soon…
I will not Surrender
I will not Retreat
I shall stand here and fight or
I shall stand here and die.
Moderatio est Figmentum (latin, “control is an illusion”)
You say I sin
You say I am bound for hell.
So when your judgement condemns you
I will see you there.
Woe to you of earth and sea
For the devil sends the beast with wrath
because he knows the time is short.
Let him who hath understanding reckon
the number of the beast,
for it is a human number,
It’s number, is six hundred, and sixty six (adpted from the bible, spoken by vincent price, on the Iron Maiden album, Number of the Beast).
It is better to die on your feet
Than to live on your knees
-Emiliano Zapata
And my newest favorite, not necessarily bloodcurdling, but…
“Why is there enough religion to incite war
But not enough religion to instill tolerance?”
I actually keep a file of these. Who knew it would ever come in handy?
“I looked and saw a pale horse; and the name of him who sat on it was Death; and Hell followed with him.”
‘That … be not told of my death,
Or made to grieve on account of me,
And that I be not buried in consecrated ground,
And that no sexton be asked to toll the bell,
And that nobody is wished to see my dead body,
And that no mourners walk behind me at my funeral,
And that no flowers be planted on my grave,
And that no man remember me,
To this I put my name.’ - Thomas Hardy
Requiem by Robert Louis Stevenson
Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie:
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.
This be the verse you grave for me:
Here he lies where he long’d to be;
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
This, if I remember correctly, is anonymous. The original is also in French, but I was too lazy to translate it back.
I put all my trust in things that I doubt
The obvious alone is unclear; Certainty never knows what it’s about,
And truth from sheer chance will appear. I’m still just a loser although I win all;
“Goodnight” I say at day’s dawning. Even in bed I’m scared that I’ll fall
And I’ve only got plenty of nothing
Poe:
“And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming”
“Enemy of God, Enemy of Piety, Enemy of Pity.”
-
Motto of Werner Von Urslingen, 14th Century bandit and mercenary (supposedly chiseled into his breastplate)
“Well he should have armed himself, before decorating his saloon with my friend.” -
Unforgiven
“I’m your Huckleberry.” -
Tombstone
“I didn’t kill anybody. Believe me, if I started killing people, there wouldn’t be anybody left.”
-Charles Manson
Truman Capote interviewed the two men that killed the entire Clutter family in Kansas when he was writing In Cold Blood . He quotes one of them (I forget which) as saying, “I didn’t have nothing against the man. I thought he was a right good guy, right up 'til the time I cut his throat.”
That’s cold blooded.
Please! This is supposed to be a happy occasion. Let’s not bicker and argue about who killed who.
And like it asks in the OP if you want a scary, bloodcurdling quote you have to go with:
“The mortality in Siena began in May. It was a cruel and horrible thing. . . . It seemed that almost everyone became stupefied seeing the pain. It is impossible for the human tongue to recount the awful truth. Indeed, one who did not see such horribleness can be called blessed. The victims died almost immediately. They would swell beneath the armpits and in the groin, and fall over while talking. Father abandoned child, wife husband, one brother another; for this illness seemed to strike through breath and sight. And so they died. None could be found to bury the dead for money or friendship. Members of a household brought their dead to a ditch as best they could, without priest, without divine offices. In many places in Siena great pits were dug and piled deep with the multitude of dead. And they died by the hundreds, both day and night, and all were thrown in those ditches and covered with earth. And as soon as those ditches were filled, more were dug. I, Agnolo di Tura . . . buried my five children with my own hands. . . . And so many died that all believed it was the end of the world.”
A careful investigation rendered it evident that she had revived within two days after her entombment; that her struggles within the coffin had caused it to fall from a ledge, or shelf to the floor, where it was so broken as to permit her escape. A lamp which had been accidentally left, full of oil, within the tomb, was found empty; it might have been exhausted, however, by evaporation. On the uttermost of the steps which led down into the dread chamber was a large fragment of the coffin, with which, it seemed, that she had endeavored to arrest attention by striking the iron door. While thus occupied, she probably swooned, or possibly died, through sheer terror; and, in failing, her shroud became entangled in some iron – work which projected interiorly. Thus she remained, and thus she rotted, erect.
- The Premature Burial, EA Poe
It’s almost a feeling you can touch in the air:
You look in the shadows, but nobody’s there.
It’s been a long time now since you’ve been aware
That someone is watching you –
He’s gonna get you …
Alan Parsons Project, “The Voice”
There are
No clocks on the wall
And no time,
No shadows that move
From dawn to dusk
Across the floor.
There is neither light
Nor dark
Outside the door.
There is no door!
End, Langston Hughes
This one always makes me shiver:
Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for Me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
- Emily Dickenson
As does this:
Wargasm Wargasm, one two three
Tie a yellow ribbon 'round the amputee
Masturbate, watch it on TV
Crocodile tears for the refugee
L7
Thank you. Even with the title, the story isn’t coming back to me, but I must have read it, because I remember reading that line and being quite freaked out. Guess I’ll have to look it up.
A. E. Houseman:
If by chance your eye offend you,
Pluck it out, lad, and be sound:
'Twill hurt, but here are salves to friend you,
And many a balsam grows on ground.
And if your hand or foot offend you,
Cut it off, lad, and be whole;
But play the man, stand up and end you,
When your sickness is your soul.
And one I saw recently:
“As our children died, you did nothing.
Now heaven help your children.”