Devouring the flesh of the dead...
Reality has now passed
Your mortality I have grasped
Fatality in sight
This the final task
Reeking of tranquillity
My pleasures now unmasked
Dragged across the floor
Brains beat to the ground
Gutted with a hacksaw
No mercy to be found
Shadowed broken form
Skull fractured and smashed
Putrid pile of massacred mess
With flesh flayed and slashed
As I devour the soul of the dead...
(Solo – Aston)
Assorted selection of repulsive guts
Made only worse by the infested cuts
Asphyxiation of the victim's throat
Nails dug in, bruised and choked
Stiff and cold
Eradicating carnage, a corroding slaughter
Devouring flesh
A bloodshed deteriorated fragile young mind
Postmortem lividity
Evil rising
Bloodied creativity
A living monstrosity
Pain dividing
Induce my sick philosophy
(Solo – Aston)
Puss now leaking
Brains obliterated
No future but maggots and rot
A plague ridden
Disease bitten
Grotesque quarantined stench
A plague ridden
Disease bitten
Grotesque quarantined stench
Grotesque quarantined stench
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