[Music by: Lesniak, Stewart]    Don't you need their flesh? It's part of your salvation  An axe to use or my sword is your swift damnation  A monster is what they all will say I am  Looking for my next unsuspecting victim    Tortured ruthlessly, beaten senselessly  Your damned prophecy, limbless suffering    Fetish of a twisted madman  Needs fresh parts to amputate them  Chop them off and store their use for  Limbs to feed my human grinder    Suffering and pleading, lost your legs and bleeding  Torso victim, last breath, sawed in half to your death  Grease my machine with your guts and your blood  Bury your bones deep inside of the mud    Murdered ruthlessly, slaughtered senselessly  Final prophecy, time for feeding    When I was born I was spit from Hell to rape, to ravage, to kill, to murder  No one can stop me, no one's gonna kill me, I'm sicker than the Devil  You will all fucking fear me    Don't you need their flesh? It's part of your salvation  An axe to use or my sword is your swift damnation  A monster is what they all will say I am  Looking for my next unsuspecting victim