Here they come. No chance of stopping them now. Trudging forward. On a quest - for human flesh. Panic is a catalyst. They crave limbs - to rip and twist.
Scurrilous, wide spread death. Punitive, stagnant mess. Rancorous killing spree. Punishing massacre. . Eternal insanity fueling the need. To randomly vanquish mankind.
Dangling above a vat of putrid muck. A rancid stench of foul decay never encountered before. Screaming in horror for I now remember my fate. I will be Submerged In Boiling Flesh.
Why can't I breathe. Still I see. Dead on the table. Try to move, I'm not able to. . They said I have died. I still feel alive. I won't believe their lies.
They think they know who I am. All they know is I love to kill. Face down, dead on the ground. Find me before another is found. . I come alive in the darkness.
Why can't I breathe. Still I see. Dead on the table. Try to move, I'm not able to. . They said I have died. I still feel alive. I won't believe their lies.
(lyrics, vocal patterns: Mazurkiewicz). . As the blood begins to gush out the side of your neck. I thrust my cold steel into your face, your closer to death.
Melting thoughts of disintegration. Hitting deep her insistence. to mutilate her newborn infants. After giving birth her mind wasn't the same. Slowly slipping away, a state of mental decay.
Early hours, open road, family of five-on their way home. Having enjoyed a day in the sun, their encounter with gore has just begun. A homicidal fool not knowing left from right, now has the family in his sight.
The outlander walked into town, coverd in gore. He knew he could not wait much longer, he needed more. Death. Pain. Terror. Blood.... . On the high plain they lost their lives.
Sharpen the pick. To pierce the skull through the ear. Stab at an angle. Cranial transfixion, hearing and vision terminated by the penetration. . Skewered from ear to eye.
Change has begun. After the shape. Freakish events. Led to this change. Convert the man. From the norm. . Alteration. Surreal figure. Misshapen thoughts.
Early hours, open road, family of five - on their way home!. Having enjoyed a day in the sun, their encounter with gore has just begun!. A homicidal fool not knowing left from right, now has the family in his sight,.
Take me back. Back to the scene. It's coming back. I remember her screams. The fear in her eye. The night she died. It left me empty. Hollow inside. .
Putrid foul zombies make their ghastly approach. A dreadful horrid feeling sets in. Scrambling for weapons, an attempt to defend. Against a gruesome horde of undead.
Buried waist deep gagged and bound. Piles of heads lie on the ground. Executioners start to assemble. . Condemed man shakes with fear. Doom now becoming clear.
(vocal patterns: Fisher, Webster). . Follow the one. Evil masked in pride. Charisma to lead. Speeches laced with hate. . Leading the dense. The bovine human herd.
In thrall to the evil lord. A procession of the damned. Sweating blood to serve the beast. Desolation of their souls. . They slave in fire. Whips of Hades at their backs.
Prepare to witness a place of gore. Of legal dissection and blood on the floor. Carved up corpses, in the corner. Sliced up by a psychotic coroner. Slice, dice, chop them up haphazardly.
Prepare to witness a place of gore. Of legal dissection and blood on the floor. Carved up corpses, in the corner. Sliced up by a psychotic coroner. Slice, dice, chop them up haphazardly.