Corpsefucking Art Satanic Barbecue
There's a house by the cemetery
You can only get there by getting lost in the woods
No doubt you'll be very welcome guests
And soon find out the ingredients of those abundant feasts
You'll surely be invited to a Satanic barbecue
That grilled meat tastes odd
It's too late to head back now
Guests are tied to their chairs here
Satanic barbecue - seasoned human sausages
Satanic barbecue - marinated feet in cocktail sauce
A metal door leads to the abattoir
Where you'll be struck by a hammer on your head
That won't leave you much time to twitch
Satanic barbecue - vomit mingles with blood
Full stomachs and bloodied chainsaws
Satanic barbecue - a meathook to your back
An invitation that will cost your lives
There's a pile of human remains in the dining room
But only the finest cuts will make it to the grill
Dinner will be ready soon
With yourselves as the main course of this crazy blowout
And the terror in your eyes as the side dish