Besedila: Cannibal Corpse. Evisceration Plague. Evidence in the Furnace.

Stab the knife into the face and then
Wrench the blade inside
Murder this piece of shit
Scraps of flesh and severed bone are on the floor
These I must hide

Pounding the teeth, comminute bones
They never will know
Chop up the corpse, concealing my crime
They never will find
Evidence in the furnace

Secret cremation
You fucked with me and now any trace of you
Is completely gone

Charring the flesh, the body is ash
They never will know
Burning the corpse, consumed by the flames
They never will find
Evidence in the furnace

You cease to exist
Investigations fail to find single useful clue
Their search is futile

Proof is destroyed in the searing heat, you melt away
No body, no case, there is no trace
Smoldering coals that once were your bones turn to ash
Your life is erased, there is no trace

You cease to exist but the search will go on
They cannot find
Their closure denied, dead or alive

You're not the first and you won't be the last
To burn in my fires

Corpses will burn, burn in my fires
Your corpse will burn, burn in my fires
Corpses will burn, burn in my fires
Your corpse will burn

Charring the flesh
The body is ash, they never will know
Burning the corpse, consumed by the flames
They never will find
Evidence in the furnace