The coven of filth
Adoration for the living disease
Decrepital one
Full of blood, look at my hands
Infected body with torn emotions
I become filthy, a sick human being
A melting body, I'm feeling sick
I am the slaughter, I am the slaughter
A soulless body, dragged to kill
I am the slaughter, I am the slaughter
I am the one who can sin in the slumber
The one you hate, infectious morphine
Cut out of hate, cut out of sorrow
I've been submitted to feel the disease
Among the vultures, among the filth
Cutting my body, I feel release
