They curse the day

When I was born

Mentally deranged

Fits of raving madness

Immolate beyond the grave



Celebrate and enjoy

The thrusts with my knife

The way you feel

Is the way you will die

You think you're dead

But you're just skinned alive



I hear you cry

But slow and sure

Your skin will be my toy

Death becomes

Second nature to me

My heart expands with joy



Celebrate and enjoy

The thrusts with my knife

The way you feel

Is the way you will die

You think you're dead

But you're just skinned alive



Liquidation and supreme sacrifice

Deeply afflicted faces

Appetising body odour

Anguish but rest in pieces



Celebrate and enjoy

The thrusts with my knife

The way you feel

Is the way you will die

You think you're dead

But you're just skinned alive