[Music: T. Gustafsson, Lyrics: E. Rundqvist]
Feel the razors tickle the skin
A hundred cuts release the blood
When
the scalpel carves the flesh
Chainsaw the instrument for pain
Use the saw to cut the limbs
Body parts float in
blood
Through the flesh, into the bones, total mutilation in blood
Carnal pain opening the skull, the crushed head starts to
burst
Mangled skin falls apart, flesh-like human waste
A death enclosed with suffering until the final breath
The eyeballs
leave the face
Skin falls to the ground
In a mixture of human mush
Saw straight through the chest
Fractured ribs collapse in
dust
Intestines squished from the wounds
Fleshy butchery, inhuman carnage
Strip the skin off the dead
Saw the muscles
one by one
Complete the chainsaw surgery
An operation filled with blood
Total mutilated corpse
Implements covered with
gore
Through the flesh, into the bones, total mutilation in blood
Carnal pain opening the skull, the crushed head starts to
burst
Mangled skin falls apart, flesh-like human waste
A death enclosed with suffering until the final breath