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 d**h so real and
Grim carnivorous thought dominate.
Lethargy - an endless sleep.
Ma**acre will stay a vision.
Suffocated in stincky crypt.
Bloodshed is a dying illusion.
But the k**er 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.