the smell of death seasons the air tonight's the night to leave my darksome lair the mortuary is my goal I have this craving for some rotten hole excitement
Lifeless they are prowling Dark deserted streets Raw are their faces close is their sense of smell Shadows of the past life Marked their facial expressions
I'm the one who stands behind you Helping hand telling what to do The houseroof is the place we met Hear me whispering:"Fly - Do it - Feel free" Come
womb your own body is his tomb mucus little brat drowned in clothing blood disgusting gastric juice drops out from your mother's vagina pungent stench
Let's go! Minimal skinning can be an effective technique Pain will be intense agonising horror Mutilations should always proceed slowly Victim fully
Baptized in excrements I am the chosen one that brings salvation The scourge of him who owns your souls Defecating flame of god - chastisement I bathe
Infants are virginal, incorrupt, innocent, so nice their laughing and merriness that's my sugar & spice I abandon myself to vice to say it the least precise
like hell They placed his genitals deep in his throat And watched the suffocation of that fucking goat All the raped women should get their revenge "Kill those motherfuckers!" say Pungent Stench
Uno, dos Uno, dos, tres Klyster boogie Klyster boogie I am addicted to my severe rubber-queen She's my nurse if you know what I mean You would never
I hate the way you walk, I hate the way you speak Your sight makes me sick and you act very weak You look like a dumb, like a head full of shit The only
Bitch you will get fucked And paid for that A job and nothing more But take care you fucking whore Shrunken, you would be very nice Mummified, then I
[by Wank] Bitch you will get fucked and paid for that A job and nothing more but take care you fucking whore Shrunken - You would be very nice Mummified
Regrettably he's sick, he's got swellings on his dick And when he touched his dick, the swelling busted Pus was splatting all over his face, what a grace
Crippled - You were born as a premature birth Defaced - Miscarriage would be a better word You've got two hands but only one mouth Your eyes can't see
sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night voices in my head trying to ignite the burning hate that's driving me insane grabs my mind and strikes
I should be more than dead in my new bed but something happened with me, I'm not dead, I want to be free come on, let me out, I start to scream and shout
child he's coming for you there's nothing that you could do he lurks the night a ghoul with cruel intentions waiting for you to cross his way a predator
charged for murder first-degree fingerprints agree searched my home for evidence cause for this offense I am the scapegoat for authorities a suspect