Blessed Slaughter - When Hatred Becomes Torture Тексты
Ruthless, smashing the brains of my enemy
Sadistic, enjoying the laments of agony
Atrocity, I feed myself now with his suffering
His weeping eyes searching for human aid
I break his neck but they keep looking at me
A life has ended and with it expires a revenge
Suddenly, I'm not alone in this rotten place
At my feet lie a thousand cadavers
I walk on them and the thrill increases inside my being
Only death has provoked my unmeasurable hate
The torture begins unto them
I feel excitement with fallen whores - necrophile
I fuck them while I'm grinding with my weapon their entrails
Footpath of pain, abstract dimensions,
a mental disturbance with thirst for death
Through my skin I emanate dregs, the next station - devastation.
I wear putrefaction
Hundreds of bodies ablaze, bloody dramatized
Mortal entertainment. I'm in the audience victimized
Inside of them there's a reflection,
just a result of my sexual frustration
Infected with madness, the morbus increase with the ripped stiffs
Triumphant entrance, the butchery in front of me (my tiny relief)
A slaughterhouse refuges me, its maternal pit caresses me
Exhaustive tranquillity