Welcome to my humble kitchen Where the maggots writhe in gore Where the putrid reek is overwhelming The final rest is here assured
They call me ”The chef of death” That’s my name, my epithet The culinarian of the deceased A macabre gourmet feast
Corpses In the oven Voices In my head
For the sake of recycling I prepare your carrion In true á la carte fashion
Cremé de la cremé Á la homo sapiens
Boiled into jam, your brain is melting. Your skull is used as bowl.
Hacked into stew Thrown into the oven
The boiling pots of haggis on the stove are made of children Eyelids in a biscuit tin Pudding made from human skin
Gutted, drained and empty Preparing A feast of grand proportions Slobbing, grinding, ripping Tearing, separating skin from flesh
Pardon, s’il vous plaît. Serveur, un oeil dans ma soupe Aidez moi J'ai vendu le beurre et perdu de l'argent J'ai pris une merde dans le placard bleu Hum hum, monsieur Karlsson est un porrrceh!
Drain the pus and bile from the bladder with a straw Dispose unwanted limbs, such as arms with a saw
The dish should now be ready to be served to the pigs An old family recipe that has held the test of time:
The festering of entrails and other fine side dishesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
