Dead Flesh Treasury Lyrics


Human head trophies

Decorate the walls

See them by hundreds

Walking down my halls

This one I hunted

That one I bought

His skin serves

As a tablecloth

Stuffed carcasses of men

All across my domain

Some mummified, some

still fresh

Museum of

dead flesh!

Collector of

Human agony

I fill my treasury

With eyes, scalps and

teeth

Death among men

I am called

I will not stop until

Mankind falls

Furniture made of bone

Human leather carpets

Curtains made of faces

Showcase ribcages

I feed my pigs

The guts of a king

Entrails are a delicacy

Their meat I tenderize

Dine from their severed

hands

With a skullfull of bile

Bottled blood of fine

vintage

New batch still draining

Upside down like quarry

Vein cut when still

breathing

I own live humans too

Caged and miserable

Cannibalistic starvation

The weak ones

get eaten first

The cell floor fills with

decay

Vermin gnaw one their

dead bodies

In delight, I watch them

writhe

Death wish gleaming in

their eyes

I engulf myself

in the remains

of a species