Dead bodies They're chopped in half
Innards are eating by vultures
Gory dead mankind
It's just a dream of butcher
Weird images Conqued sleeping mind
Man is insane and his brind is blind
Chaos and darkness
Fatal decay of morbid dreams
Phantoms of death so real and
Grim carnivorous thought dominate
Lethargy - an endless sleep
Massacre will stay a vision
Suffocated in stincky crypt
Bloodshed is a dying illusion
But the killer someday will arise
No hope for mersy he'll make
Sacrifice, catch some children,
Asphyxiate and eat they hearts,
Fill his coffin with innocent,
Blood and hang entrails on hooks