ba*tard, motherf**er... you are a son of a b**h
In the underworld... in the darkness you deal
In secrecy, human organs stained with blood
Gory, putrid, and thirsty... all the human waste
To dismember them, and to trade
Organs by organs, the cycle of the d**h
Filthy money, blood of servants
Butcher of purulent blood
Organs deled without scrupulous
I have k**ed too, in a savage way
Stabbing a lot, I'm a servant of d**h
I'm haywire, gutted too
Butcher of purulent flesh, appalling them to hack off
A secret slaughter-house, a cold room with corpses
Carving the flesh in pieces, the yellowish color
Of the purulent corpses, hanging, trepanning
Stabbing, grinding, disemboweling
Brains in the floor, eyes in the floor, tongues in boxes
Lungs stained with blood, brains in the floor
Eyes in the floor, tongues in boxes
Lungs stained with blood...
Hearts... guts... kidney... gore
...and all the concerning to the f**ing corpse
...and all the concerning to the f**ing corpse
To dismember them, in different ways
Organs by organs, we're gonna k** them
Several children, running away
When they look at our knives
Trying to avoid us in the fog
[Lead Guitar]
I'm behind a child, he has been ambushed
We are ready, to decapitate him
He is just a child, but will die
Before midnight, it's our best work
ba*tard motherf**er, I'm here because
I have preferred, to be your servant
In secrecy, k**ing people like a work
I didn't want to die in your perverse hands