Lyrics




Round table, hungry monsters
Full of bodies plates and bowls
Carving dead flesh, straining fresh blood
Eye and ear, heart and lever
Everything is eatable for them
Slice a piece and put it into your mouth
Bodies ever have no names
Godless slaughter loathsome fetid mess
Human meat smell is a simple test
To discover if it's fresh enough
Taste cadaver it is not tough
Room stinking of corpses
Rotten and eviscerated
Continuous postmortem
Exhumation participated
Pretty adults, ugly spinsters
Even young boys here lay down
Decomposing, separated
Sweetish eyeball, tasty meat-roll
Take it, chew low, feel bit, swallow
Digest, satisfy, empty, putrify



Writer(s): Inhuman



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