utilated, maltreated bodies
Bags filled with lumps of meat and maggots
The miserable smell of decay and coagulated blood
I slaughter women with pleasure
My life is a farce
There is no common sense in my life
I only know the craft of killing
Only therefore I live
It is a pleasure to torture you
to sever your limbs from your body alive
It is a satisfaction to bath
in your warm blood
My life is a farce
There is no common sense in my life
I only know the craft of killing
Only therefore I live
Mutilated corpse
Mutilated corpse
Mutilated corpse
Mutilated corpse
Mutilated corpse