Fixated on the festering flesh.
I start to accumulate corpse after corpse.
Gathering a stockpile of cadavers.
Human debris scattered throughout my lair.
Hacked up humans, keep me company.
I am the butcher, the executioner.
Slaying innocent mortals.
Allow them to flee, then hunt them down.
Eviscerating bodies freshly slaughtered.
Separating vital organs from the flesh.
Prime cuts preserved with cannibalistic intent.
Black Putrefaction
Mass Putrefaction
Carnage boiling and pusing profusely.
Pockets of gas seep into the air.
Bodily fluids excrete from cadaverous sludge.
Black Putrefaction
Mass Putrefaction