Aeturnus Dominion - 37 Stab Wounds (The Butcheress Of Aberdeen) lyrics

37 stab wounds piercing his flesh Unknowingly he spirals into transcending d**h The unaware victim is attacked while asleep Awoken by the horror of a lover's deceit In frenzied terror he tries to evade The repeated thrusts of the deadly blade The rupture of skin as his life starts to fade The repeated thrusts of a maniac's blade Succumbing to d**h, the act so macabre The muderess starts her treacherous art So cold and so callous as she flays his skin The pot on the stove is to coo his head in While in his deepened slumber she began to hack Cutting at his flesh in a violent attack His bloodied hand prints smeared the walls down the hall But his life had drained before he could open the door She's the Butcheress of Aberdeen His bloodied skin left hanging like a coat upon a hook His mutilated corpse had been diced and partly cooked A plate of human offal, a meal of human flesh The Butcheress of Aberdeen, her final caress Blood splattered everywhere, her private abattoir Her one k** slaughterhouse, the price forevermore She's the Butcheress of Aberdeen His bloodied skin left hanging like a coat upon a hook His mutilated corpse had been diced and partly cooked A plate of human offal, a meal of human flesh The Butcheress of Aberdeen, mistress of d**h Blood splattered everywhere, her private abattoir Her one k** slaughterhouse, the price forevermore She's the Butcheress of Aberdeen