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The butcher is here, feeding his sickness

A psycho is on the loose out on the streets

Looking for victims, filthy inferior whore

Society’s rules, have altered a bit

No conscience, no rules, no pity

All boundaries gone

As he butchered the bitch and stabbed her to death dragging her trough the dirt

Let’s go to the shed and rip of your skin

Butchered like a pig

Society’s rules, have altered a bit

No conscience, no rules, no pity

All boundaries gone

Morbid ways to pleasure himself

He continues his sickening work

An orgy of blood, dismemberment, gore

The massacre taste like more

The sexual need for dissecting girls

A lust he cannot control

The table is soaked with blood and pain

The horror is beyond belief

Eviscerate in tombs of flesh, death is all I see

Wasting blood, ripping through flesh

Meat factory

Welcome to the farm of death

And meet the legend inside

The king of dissection

In his palace of gore

Pig farm butchery