At night they're whispering
I can't stand their voices
the things they want from me, to bring them flesh
Still I succumb to the slaughter
I provide their greed
another dead, another strangled
My hands they do their deeds / fulfill their wretched dreams
and in a twisted way / I need it
E'roouugh
Slowly, death will not be quick
struggling to survive
Thriving (!) on their fear
THRASH!
At night they're whispering
I can't stand their voices
the things they want from me, to bring them flesh
My hands they do their deeds / fulfill their wretched dreams
and in a twisted way / I need it
