Unsuspecting tourists, lost within the wilderness. Unaware of impending traps, for them now theres no way back. Every move is being watched, stalked upon for body parts. Grotesque inbred want them dead, succulent feast upon their hearts.
No protection for this selection, theyre wanted for dissection. On the run for the inbreds fun, blood is for consumption. Brutal cunts, ugly fucks, scream for mercy they wont stop. Brutal torture before they slaughter, sick sadistic butchers.
Amputation of the limbs, for the collection in the fridge. Baked and fried human eyes, eaten while theyre still alive. Blunted knives run through their spine, movement is now paralysed. In the back with a pick-axe, spilling innards as they hack. Spilling guts, intestines erupt, pungeant mess of blood and pus. Drain the contents of the skull, make the cranial ornamental. Eating the entrails of the cadaver, their favourite organ is the liver. No remorse for any corpse, eaten for their main course.
Grotesque Inbreds
Pleasure in taking lives, glorified as they die. x2
Releasing their cuntlust, raping these deadfucks. Defiled with ultra violence, no screaming just dead silence. Sexual inuendos, with bodies decomposed. No restrainments for entertainment, bloody lube for penetration.
Grotesque InbredsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
