Perverted thoughts grow in a blunted mind
Increasing my clients in becoming a murderer
Whose families are waiting
Now nameless and yet mutilated
Dismantling the dead
Analyze their innards
Cutting the cadavers
For ten hours a day
Seven years of murder
Several guys had disappeared
Throat for throat, limb for limb
The amputation of the upper body
Follows the amputation of the lower
Extremities to hack off
A thorax left to open
Dismantling the dead
As objects in my laboratory
Heads already separated
Arms and legs are missing
Empty eyesockets are staring at him
Stomach now open, gashes start to bleed
Seven years of murder
Several guys had disappeared
Throat for throat, limb for limb
I dissected them to reach the higher art of killing
Unknown cellar of the dead
Corpse collection under the surface
Gathering in the oblivion
Waiting for their complete autopsy