Every soul that meets my loathsome eyes Will be defiled and then dragged into my cellar
Hauled by their legs, drawn across the stone With apprehension, bite and perturbation Intending once I handle them to string them up before my eyes A horrific display
They now see what will become of their fragile still life Dissection and bludgeoning Recorded for pleasure
FILTH EXCEEDS EVERYTHING IN THIS FUCKING WORLD I'M INTENT ON BUTCHERING AS MANY AS I CAN PURELY EXISTING AMONGST THEIR DESPONDENCY NEVER TO BE STOPPED
My hammer is brought down on all of their seams Protruding bone, bruised meat, ignoring their pleas Lacerations draining as fluid leaks to the stone below Their knees are now caved in, ensuring their apathy
Weeping, now gasping for air Their body, now a mound of flesh, existing at my demand Living in anguish, but only for now
Seeping...
I pull their leg back to expose their ruined joints Bringing down my machete, I'm boldly slashing Their throat is hacked, their screams become gurgles Blood fills their lungs as they crave deathTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
