Tekster:
Lividity Fetish For The Sick

the wenches scream at night, who will be the first to knife? Taking them on by one! Cooking the vagina till it's done! Crucify me for I'm your God, drive

Randomly, randomly raped rectum! With my knife, fucking your rectum! I will die, you will die, everyone I see will die, I will die, you will die, die

Licked her clit to an open cut! Long enough to fucking gut! Greasy whore needed to die, doesn't matter, I don't know why! Vaginal center, innards decay

, defecating rotten crusty brains! Defecating rotten crusty brains! I fuck your fucking skull! Rancid piece of meat, stinking from the burning sun, fetish for the sick, won't take long for

Weakened soul it's easy to see, possession and control it pleases me! No holding back, the whore is fine! I cut out her crotch, for it is mine! Grasping

Mangled flesh hangs from the walls, beckoned cries, crucify, blood filled skies, emancipate, shadow of evil from another demension! Stew of human remnants