Entrails - The Grotesque

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Death is now upon me, I inhale it’s might
Atrocities by hand, turning day to night
Destroy the human filth!
Slicing up the flesh!
The Grotesque
Inhuman bliss
Into the grip of the Grotesque
Inhuman bliss
Grotesquery inside my head, victims I abduct
Take them to a hidden place, they do as I instruct
Peeling off the skin to a disgusting mesh
The Grotesque
Inhuman bliss
Into the grip of the Grotesque
Inhuman bliss
Into the grip of the Grotesque
Tie them up, gag their mouths, my scalpel shine
Warm blood is dripping now from their bodies that are mine
Destroy the human filth!
Slicing up the flesh!
The Grotesque
Inhuman bliss
Into the grip of the Grotesque
Inhuman bliss
Into the grip of the Grotesque
Inhuman bliss
Into the grip of the Grotesque
Inhuman bliss
Into the grip of the Grotesque