Besedila:
Torture Killer Flesh Breaks To Open Wounds

Guts splattered, body scattered I cut the flesh and kill Disfigured, I stab Your face Flesh breaks to open wounds I strike the knife into Your eyes And

Mother's milk has soured My life's a bolted door And from it runs A trail of vagrant gore My wounds are open flowers Fragrant gifts for my encore Bouquets

rape the dead Torture killer Crushing bone and skin As I break a hole through your cranium Mutilated death Piles of decayed victims - brutalized Torturing the human flesh