Smashed to death Left to rot Dismembered bodies hanged on the hooks No legs no arms Only agonizing faces with no eyes Scattered innards lay all around Tools of the torment ordered Awating the next crippled body
The stench of death excites Desires on my mind For killing more and more To quench my lust for gore
To separate the bones from the flesh Trying to understand how it works What makes the body to breathe What makes the eyes to see From where love and hate come What happens when the body dies
The stench of death excites Desires on my twisted | mind Arouse me even more Thrilled with lust for fucking | gore
But does it matter after all There is still blood So worm and tasty And the garlands of the guts
This is the feast of gore This is the triumph of the rotting flesh of the entrails
There is a question in my mind Could I bring the parts back to life Fit the pieces together To hear just one breath To create an ugly vision Living by my own will
(I) pick a mutilated torso (I) stitch the rotting pale flesh (I) rearrange the scattered limbs (I) stuff the organs and the bones
(I) place a fractured empty scull (The) jigsaw pieces fit together (I) put the eyeballs and the brain (My) doll of human meat and gore
(Her) putrid body gives me pleasure (My) morbid sculpture turns me on (I) start to rape her lifeless flesh (To) sodomize my pleasure slave
(I) spray my tool with her blood Sick orgasmic necrophilia When my delight is gone It’s time to kill again
I’m killing more and more To quench my lust for fucking | gore Lust for gore Lust for goreTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
