had no control But in my life I?m not alone, I?ve my bloody love Who shares my visions, my macabre lusts? Blood... an axe... a gun... Gorespattered suicide
[Motorhead's Cover]
Beyond my culinary knowledge I found a fascinating flavour The subtle taste of human flesh Something that?s usually taboo Rich in proteins And unlimited
The red wine In this monastery Is being treated In a special way The divine wine Of dark red tones With subtle flavor Slightly fruity Slightly meaty
Relentless vengeance For his betrayal He will pay The hardest way Bloodsucking leech ? bearded faggot ? eat foetal mush Fat ball of grease ? useless
Gorespattered suicide Necrophilia was so cold, necrophagia was... The tasteless I could eat Sadomasochistic sex was a children?s game... I felt no more pain So I decided to commit suicide
I am the spreader of disease and sickness A harvest of flesh is what I need I thrive on human suffering Endlessly I submit them to my greed Licking
There?s a nightmare on my back My ass is spitting fire Unbearable itch in my asshole They?re infernal haemorrhoids
[Instrumental]
Hidden behind on the internet anonymity A perfect place where to unleash my cannibalistic wish Through a delirious post written on a website?s forum
I claw my way through your chest Your maimed torso spewing forth blood Ribs broken wide apart To reveal a sewage filled cavity Helpless... you squirm
Un impulse insostenible Obsession por la maldad Mi vida entera es oscuridad Sin un acto de humanidad Siento odio por lo ajeno Irresistible aversion No
Cold cadavers open wide In the dissecting stretcher with rigid factions Eviscerating limbs nearly petrified Reeking viscous fluids in livid putrefaction
