(Composição: Trevor Strnad) Bury them all beneath heaping shovel fulls of lime In shallow graves the shreds of flesh dissolve with time The stench of burning human flesh, a makeshift cremation A shriveling fragment of death's grand design I insist, the pleasure's all mine With orgasmic bliss the human body is consumed The loins are charred, the slabs of mean cut off and ground With zeal i dine upon the skin, enthralled with elation Souls of my victims within me, entombed Palette wet with atrocity I relish the last look in your eyes Clutching your intestines, your scream echoes through me Perfection; a murder divine I hold the secrets of the dead within my grasp As i poke and prod, your precious world is painted black i the controled of Your fate, a twisted creation Until i've met my fancy i'll hammer and hack Palette wet with atrocity I relish the last look in your eyes As i'm blissfully showered in blood I shake with violent rapture as i gaze at my delicious feast I cannot stop my salivation My addiction to murder has peaked Kneel only to my sick fixations A complete symphony of your screams Oh the cruelty of death! I wield infinite Lured by the cries of your damnation I collect ornaments of the dead Skin tingling with anticipation I sever the last victim's head to be put on display This mortal coil has born unto me death's secrets This forensic inquisition, orgasmic Another trophy of my bloodied psychosis Another body to mangle; to ravage and explore Palette wet with atrocity I relish the last look in your eyes Clutching your intestines, your scream echoes through me Perfection; a murder divine
