Don’t need your religious killings  Won’t see animals blood spilling  ‘Got my own religious killings  Fucked up human blood spilling  I take you at the leg  Nearly break your back  Many small cuttings  On the ground blood drippings  Spiked on the meathook  You’ve got an upside down look  I beat you with the club  From your wounds spill blood    Ritual killing    Slowly your life fades away  I’m waiting for your death if I may  I cut your bowls out  Warm intestines all about  Mutilated, dissected  Bloodless, sickening mess  Carcass roasted - Time to feed  Now I will take my meal    Ritual killing