Bastard, m**********r... you are a son of a b***h
In the underworld... in the darkness you deal
In secrecy, human organs
stained with blood
Gory, putrid, and thirsty... all the human waste
To dismember them, and to trade
Organs by organs, the
cycle of the death
Filthy money, blood of servants
Butcher of purulent blood,
organs deled without scrupulous
I have
killed too, in a savage way
Stabbing a lot, I'm a servant of death
I'm haywire, gutted too
Butcher of purulent flesh, appalling
them to hack off
A secret slaughter-house, a cold room with corpses
Carving the flesh in pieces, the yellowish color
Of the
purulent corpses, hanging, trepanning,
stabbing, grinding, disemboweling
Brains in the floor, eyes in the floor, tongues in
boxes,
lungs stained with blood, brains in the floor,
eyes in the floor, tongues in boxes,
lungs stained with
blood...
Hearts... guts... kidney... gore
...and all the concerning to the f*****g corpse
...and all the concerning to the
f*****g corpse
To dismember them, in different ways
Organs by organs, we're gonna kill them
Several children, running
away
When they look at our knives,
trying to avoid us in the fog
[Lead Guitar]
I'm behind a child, he has been
ambushed
We are ready, to decapitate him
He is just a child, but will die
Before midnight, it's our best work
Bastard
m**********r, I'm here because
I have preferred, to be your servant
In secrecy, killing people like a work
I didn't want to die
in your perverse hands
