Obsession with the dead has led me to seek out the physical pleasures of murder
Shredding the populace in an attempt to examine orifices
Beyond bloodshed
Unquenchable thirst of the dead
Over indulgence of cavities has caused me to use their limbs instead
No solace or salvation in this abysmal revelry
Defilement of life
Carnage amidst carnality

I drag myself, exhausted, through the pool of red
For now I lay to rest atop the mound of the dead

Man must die. In my cold bloody hands they will writhe
Man must die

Sworn to the blade
Fateful worship of graves
The next severed carcass is all that I crave
Beyond bloodshed
Unquenchable thirst of the dead
Over indulgence of cavities has caused me to use their limbs instead
No solace or salvation in this abysmal revelry
Defilement of life
Carnage amidst carnality

Man must die. In my cold and bloody hands they will writhe
Man must die

The apex of contentment
Avarice within gluttony
Through flesh, bone and sinew I will instill the urge to kill
Man must die
No solace or salvation
Defilement of life
Man must die
Carnage amidst carnality