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Corpses lieing on the way

Completely maimed & dismembered

Inexorable he is mincing

And the pieces are wincing

He loves to eat

The pasty mass

Festered offals

That's the best hash

Rummaging in the slushy guts

He grabs the disgusting bowels

Munching this hideous repast

And swallowing the bloody mash

He loves to eat

The pasty mass

Festered offals

That's the best hash

A squirming feast, for the beast

He's a manic butcher

A little slash, a big splash

And his hands are in the gash

Arising burning pain, and a bloody rain

The impending death, make your last breath

He'll get the gut, with a fine cut

Like a human cannibal, a madman & animal

[Repeat Verse 1, CHORUS, Verse 2, CHORUS]