[music: Tocha / lyrics: Cyjan]
The sound of the breaking bones,
smell of fresh, warm flesh,
you catch your victim,
feast of the slaughter.
His empty eyesockets excrete remains of brain,
like a soulless butcher you destroy element of life.
Like a professional surgeon you cut tissue of this life.
It's masterpiece, detailed operation,
eviscerated victims you caught feel nothing.
[lead: Maly]
[lead: Tocha]
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