Nicolai Ryen Christiansen - The b**h of Buchenwald lyrics

Skin lamps are, Burning Bones are thinnin' Devil's on the loose Fresh flay for the taking The Grotesque walk like arachnid-dead En route to incineration Time drags its heel here Digging shallow graves In timeless petrifaction Devil's foulest mistress Morbid love of d**h Only mean bones in this body Unbridled sadistic b**h She-Wolf - Oppressor The pleasures of her flesh She carries her madness to the bone Serrated bride of d**h "Oh you f**ing Devils-who*e She loved it to d**h" You will know no rest No, there ain't' no warm bodies here This cruelty's coming from Hells heart A soul-less dead mind cold as steel Under callous beatings Into degraded wretched wrecks Violated, flayed and rotting Under the Iron-hex The b**h of Buchenwald The b**h of Buchenwald Dead-skin lust burning through her brain Ravenous b**h howling insane The b**h of Buchenwald The b**h of Buchenwald The b**h of Buchenwald In untamed callous wickedness Malicious life-control "Can you see the skin lamps burning in the night Beneath the search-light towers..." Hyena-excruciator hemming you inn By the light of a thousand cleavers Falling asleep for this very last time To the sound of the funeral-furnace screaming Rattling bony fingers Rattling chains to hold your soul This appetite for d**h is unrelenting Skin harvest lunacy Iron-clad in certainty d**h is release - No hope or illusion Immolation delirium So insipid and impure Draped in scraps of human flesh This b**h will flay you raw Unquenchable blood-thirst boiling In boundless tribulation Pure undiluted madness In prolonged putrefaction