Demolition of bodies, smashed and broken,. Piles of guts, moist and steaming. Tendons severing, brains are boiling,. Unburied corpses in state of decay.
Fingers missing from hands, ready to snap bones. And necks, pierced together from dead tissue. Body parts crudely sewn,. face is smashed to pulp drooling from an empty socket.
Viral contagion unleashed upon the erath. Billons of infected dead soon rise. Stalking th living to feast upon the flesh. Its fight or flee to survive.
Butchers drag me to the rack. Bind my hands to the bar. Legs are fastened to the table. Hooded man unsheathes his knife. . Incisions will be made. Blood drips from the blade.
Rotting alive. Tearing my way through the meat. Driven to kill, my brain twitching for guts. Devoted to evil. Severed arteries gush. Hungry for the blood.
Ominous nefarious completely insane. Doctor Butcher and his dungeon of death. Unorthodox therapies performed on the brain. Prolific practitioner of pain.
Bleed from my pain. Revenge on treacherous snakes. They will pay. Slicing the flesh. Sculptured wounds my catharsis. I will stain. Into the heart. Needle injects gasoline.
Swollen with liquid. Ready to burst. A load of my lymph. Will quench this dead bosy's thirst. One month in the grave. Twisted and half decayed. She turned a putrid yellow.
Trying to conceal his murders the. Maniac. Stabs the heart. Stops the flow. Cleaning up the blood's a problem he. Now solves. Hooks through heels. Hung and bled.
Putrid mess lays in the woods. Removed of organs and meat. 13 mounds of bony flesh. Hollowed out expect for maggots. That dwell. Deep inside the skulls.
Climbing. Heights unimagined unattained. To drop bodies from the sky. Falling. Alive in mid air moving fast. Heads exploding on the ground. Throwing. Corrupted souls in front of trains.
No hesitation as the bloodshed begins. Frenzied violence, raging death. Devastation as the killers. Savagely murder all in sight. . Mutilatores swarning hacking off limbs.
[vocal patters: Fisher, Mazurkiewicz]. . Drawn to an act of complete domination. Violent urges of decapitation. Premeditated murder, invidious. Soon she will be vanquished, insidious.
Skull fragments are flying through the air. Brains and blood scattered just about everywhere you look. Swing of the hatchet gives permanent damage,. Head fractured, gaping hole.
.... (Bass Solo). Something inside me. It's, it's coming out. I feel like killing you. . Let loose the anger, held back too long. My blood runs cold. .
Memory of the insane. Of killing in so man ways, homicidal. Seeking redemption through rage. With hacksaws I decapitated them all. Blood covers the groud, my feet are saturated.
Monstrous. My thoughts. Revolting visions, carnage. Bloodbath. My dream. Gore soaked. My hands. Hallucination, or real. I wield. The blade. . Grotesque... mind... grotesque.
A table of the deranged, this savage brutal being. A shocking way of life living on human offspring. Murder of the innocent, his pale grey face expresionless.
Into the abyss, perpetual and torturous. The gallery of suicide, internal torment. Archaic carcasses, displayed degeneracy. Once within these walls a life of death will be unleashed.
Stand before the corpse. Of the man I killed. His mother is behind me. Puts her hand on my shoulder. Torment deep inside. To be unleashed on those inside.