Disastrous Murmur Flesh... Is What I Need
Once there were only remains a corpse without a form no skin and hair just naked flesh too weak to gasp for air i cant even move myself my legs are still too weak to get back my human figure i make a fiendish pact
You kill for me and i won´t eat you so do your job do it now and do it good
I send out instructions to kill and bring me the bodies - brutally slaughtered to quench my thirst i drink their blood from the thorax with a cup - fleshly consumed heads are hammered fingers sliced off flesh is stripped from the bones - brutally slaughtered open stomach tons of guts celebration with fresh blood - aaarrrggghhh !!
A pick axe flies through the air penetrating the man´s chest blood pups from the fatal womb and the gore continues to spurt
