Ritual
Mutilation
Each worse than before
My reason to exist
Blaspheme in endless gore
Perversion fueled in lust
Carried out at will
Dominating urge
Through the eyes of the dead
I kill
Skinned alive
Now left to rot
Flesh consumed
With vomitous bloodclots
Like a Fulci nightmare
Twisted and grotesque
Take my hand
The touch of death
Through the eyes of the dead
I kill
Inhuman beast
Regurgitating laughter
As I choke on bile
Consumation of the dead
God-forsaken fucking necrophile
