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.