Quietly the wind whispered
An audacious perfume gave to savor
The grotesque malice that hovered in my head
Insane dreams… death performing murder
The putrid vapors emanated of the fissures
Contemplated under the cold and terrifying moonlight

…of dense darkness they sounded small noises
The malign feeling that runs me in the veins
Arms and legs, dismembered
Cranial mess, festered
Crashed bones, mutilate
The rotten gases fluids in the entrails
Death and rotten proceeds to your side

The need to kill, to survive
Sectrets of mind, to seek more blood
And kill them all
It’s a perverse and starving desire
Moving behind, to seek more blood
I watch you die!

Mine to be it is invaded by the anguish of the victims

Their despair of dying
My joy in ripping the carcasses

The human screams conforts you, the filthy that fascinates me

The life makes scarce
Death and rotten proceeds to your side

The rotten gases fluids in the entrails
Death and rotten proceeds to your side