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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

Awaiting 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 gore