Calm, Calm The Cannibals Song His sermon of death fills the air
Saw, Saw Through body and bone The captain you caught in your snare
Abattoir of ice and stone Lined with human skin Strewn among assorted bones His instruments of sin
Lanterns light him at his work Seen through morphine's haze Bent to task his practiced hands Peel the flesh he flays
He lurched on prosthetic legs Their make, his own design His frightful ingenuity No sane man could define
Calm, Calm The Cannibals Song His sermon of death fills the air
Saw, Saw Through body and bone The captain you caught in your snare
The rancid reek of despair
Amputated ears and lips He ate them to survive His manhood made a meal sheer will kept him alive
Senses clear, I moved to flee My legs, I realized Sawn-off above the knee Clean and cauterized
Awoken from the fog His sedatives caused His back to me, I saw my chance Striking without pause
He struggled but I held him fast And drove him to the ground I beat him til his cursed mouth No longer formed sound
My teeth I clamped around his throat forced them through his skin And as his blood sprayed from his neck I felt the warmth within
Calm, Calm The Cannibals Song My sermon of death fills the air
Saw, Saw Through body and bone The surgeon I've caught in my snare aboutTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
