Under the flesh   Rot my lust for decayed corpses dead bodies exhumed      Their coldness induces me endless defilement,   re-occuring relapses, perverse with the dead, soon I will kill for myself      Impending suffering, spasms shooting through me nausation   A cannibalistic necrophile violating the body, putrefied,   mouldering, gorging on the rotted flesh      Cutting off the body's head drinking from its severed necks   as I rip the corpse in half   Human shit for nurishment      Coprophagia, consuming feces of the dying,   as their bowels let loose defecation flows down   my throat excremental injestment      Reflections of things to come, mirored in the dead   one's eyes my fantasy of murder   Incarnated open wounds gushing,   blood on skin coagulated tortured of the retched,   no one cares of their dead appaling odor wreaking, piles of rotted bodies      The bodies prepared for slaughter, wallowing in your own blood   Grinding of your fingers and toes feeding on your meat   I immerse my sharpened implement into a fresh bleeding gash   her body used for my sick desires   The blood thirst I can't control   Many more must suffer   Disposal of the dead, the corpse chopped to bits licking up the drivel   The gore enrages me   All I kill a new creation, my work of art bodies torn apart   Liver quivering at my feet      Eyelids cut off to watch your own dismemberment,   cutting through arteries nerves exposed   Feel the power of pain