From deep in the vault comes the sound of flesh cleaving, Limbs are sawed off
as mourners are bereaving, Sarcophagi splattered with offal and bile, Tripe
drips down the walls of this crypt now defiled... Sepulchural slaughter... I
slaughter my meal with sublime expertise, A mad butcher quite adept at my
trade, Organs ground to pulp, to serve, chew and gulp, Now on my block your
head is laid, Slaughtering the deadstock I chop, Fromaldehyde oozes on the
floor, Mangled limbs are hacked