Inhuman Dissections of Souls

I have found the pleasure in life

Trequent with the dead

I love their devoted eyes

They never tell me lies

I crush the corpses

Crawl on the graves

The smell of death

fill my lungs

I crush the corpses

Crawl on their graves

The smell of death

fill my lungs

Tear up your organs

Eating the remains

Suck your stinking fingers

Soon I will be fed

Feel the mush upon my lips

Taste the septic bacteria

Rotten buried dead

Soon I will be fed

The maggots dwell on your skin

I rip your lovely skull

Your flesh putrid and rotten

I have found the pleasure in life

Tear up your organs

Eating the ramains

Suck your stinking fingers

Soon I will be fed

I have found the pleasure in life

Frequent with the dead

I love their devoted eyes

They never tell me lies