Dead, cold
Putrid body starts to mold
Decays slow
Lust for death begins to grow
Chopping, rotting
Slit your throat, gullet I hold
Hunt the victim
Run them down
Cut them slowly
Pool of blood will make him drown
Break the bones
Saw off the head
Sensations of evisceration
Desecrate the dead
Taste your fear
No one here
You and me
Left bleeding
Hunger inside
No reason why
Wondering how you look when you die
You and me
Left bleeding
Hung by the throat
Toes graze the floor
Joy from pain
Eyes become engorged
Vaporize
Screeching cries
Turned to dust
Disturbing lust
Stench of death
Fills the air
Brings me to my knees
Stench of death
Fills the air
Pure pleasure for me