Driven by an unknown force, awakened from eternal sleep. Dried up eyes snap open wide as hunger starts to creep. Deflated hearts begin to pump, sunken chests begin to rise.
Stalking - your home seems so secure. Waiting - until the time is right. I see the light in your daughters room. I want to taste her fear and I want to rip her flesh.
Waiting to die, waiting to die. The lonely horror of this concrete hell. Eating my last supper. I recall the lives I've swallowed. . Priests and guards now at my room.
Darkened necropolis, midnight sharp, nobody else will see. A six foot dig, open the casket, there she waits for me. Her lifeless body, cracks and splinters, as I start to raise her.
[Music: Schuliga/Aldridge, Lyrics: Dower]. . Consigned to the tomb, to sleep, to dream forever.. Rotting... dissolving in my grave clothes, my. flesh turns to soup..
Uniformed psychotics, the perfect military cover. Acts of malicious murder, supposed laboratory tests. . War pawn wheeled on a trolley of steel, primitive future seen through crucified eyes.
Trying to breathe, gasping for air. Each breath shot, with needles of pain. The darkness is creeping, your vision is blurring. Jaws of death clamping tight on your life.
Let me be your casualty. I loathe this world so set me free. This is not the place I want to be. Let me be your casualty. Your unbalanced brain can have it's way.
He. Leute kauft beim Trödler Abraham. . seht euch mal um beim alten Abraham.. . Zog einst bis an der Erde Ende. . ob ich sonderbares fände. . Gabenlichter.
Bob's Bizarre Bazaar Of Murder. Every Part Of My Mind Set To Procreate Torture. . A Trail Of Mayhem Is The Path I Walk. I'm A Birthmarked Psychopath With Pandora's Box.
Rancour Fed.... Oligophrenic Lunacy Roams My Mind. Impaling Reason. Misanthropy To Matrimonial Extent. . Her Blood Sweats Fever. Filth To Be Ripped From The Womb.
[Music: Thijs, Lyrics: Sven]. . Gouging into flesh, and act of forensic grandeur. Abusing my identity to ravish insides, a concoction of a mind deprived.
[Music: Bart, Lyrics: Sven/Leon Del Muerte]. . Stain-less steel doors burst open. A gurney wheeling a flatulent cadaver. Abbreviated salutations muted by the stench.
Enter The Archaic Abattoir.... . Exiled To A Pernicious Wasteland. My Gray Matter A Thirst. Compelled To Restore My Deathcamp. Love For Surgery In Me.
Exhume The Dead To Take Part In My Collection. A Gallery Of Gore. Reflecting Recollections. Dried Corpse-Mache. I Thrive On Decay. I'm A Malpractitioner.
[music: nick, aborted; lyrics: nick]. . Stroke of twelve rings out. Deep within the grave a shout. Scraping coffin lids beneath rorulent soil. Resuscitation of moral coil.
[music: nick, aborted; lyrics: nick]. . Random torture, suffer by my hand. Slicing and cutting, submit to my torment. Pierced with nails, wired to the celing.
[Music: Thijs, Aborted; Lyrics: Sven]. . Again I penetrate the graveyard soil. my necrotic needs are reborn. thrashing my way into the infested. I catch a glimpse of the dead.
Malodorous Scent Of Decay. Reeking My Path To The Storageshed. Urges Deep Inside The Cortex. Raging Through The Cervix. Cranial Decay.... . As I Grab The Saw....