Inhuman Dissections of Souls
I have found the pleasure in life
Trequent with the dead
I love their devoted eyes
They never tell me lies
I crush the corpses
Crawl on the graves
The smell of death
fill my lungs
I crush the corpses
Crawl on their graves
The smell of death
fill my lungs
Tear up your organs
Eating the remains
Suck your stinking fingers
Soon I will be fed
Feel the mush upon my lips
Taste the septic bacteria
Rotten buried dead
Soon I will be fed
The maggots dwell on your skin
I rip your lovely skull
Your flesh putrid and rotten
I have found the pleasure in life
Tear up your organs
Eating the ramains
Suck your stinking fingers
Soon I will be fed
I have found the pleasure in life
Frequent with the dead
I love their devoted eyes
They never tell me lies