Besedila:
Deeds Of Flesh

Spears of glass Straight through the hands Slice by slice The feelings of Metal through flesh is ecstasy Every blade becomes, of the mind's desires Every

Modified Corporal carnage To assume the shape of A madman's Disposition To be displayed The gross Unclothed body The eyes replaced with genitals His

Behold a white horse And he who set upon him Was called faithful and true And in righteousness he doth judge and make war His eyes were as a flame of

Trapped, violently caught in a land Of morbid sights Where the warfare is entity Expendable soldiers Who are shot and blown apart Only now to become

People inside waiting The bomb set into place At the public building Detonated Floors dropping The unseen buried below Multiple carnage The cracking

Hunting the trails Through a twisted mass Dosed to kill Rotting soldiers you now pass Killing another Human only to save your ass Pushing forward now

To a safe place Drugged them Strangled and fucked them Put the bodies in the tub Dismember them Save all the meaty parts For consumption Skinning the flesh

Drudgery in the smells of putrid human flesh Over time insects devour all remaining tissues Rotting and shifting remains Sixty miles of carcasses Making

Lecturing with human archives Containing copious accounts of sorrow Lashing out to gratify The petulance within Grisly exhibition of prey Refined to