Each of us must to feed To feed on plant or meat But only one among all alive Can to eat yourself till die...you!
Religion of accursed dead Deceased owing to yourself gnawing Black spirit extracted from beneath Heavy pages and bloody smouldering Lines of ritual book Calling to tear away Of flesh steaks and hand up on hooks Till yourself gormandizing
Tracks of fongs on skin And terrible wound of knife's fret Flowing blood fron flesh hole And steaks of body in throbing throat It's you One amongst them Slave of frantic mania in lunacy realms
Tetters of bloody skin Hanging off the deface hand Grisly pain really feeling Limit of pain is sign of death
Uproating veins Tang of blood Ceaseless eat Yourself thug Remains of gnawed hands wake your greed
Carnage by yours bloody fongs Of your haggard stark stomach Gruel from gullet bloody infesting Yourself sacrifice as hellish torture Lapse of reason fog in eyes Only grisly smell of boiling blood And lines of book spreading the vice Calling to death at dark twilight
Get covered of wounds body Ceaselessly bleeding and expire Bloody bones and remains muscules shiver Twitched body as omen of die!
Guts, released from entrails By sharp fangs of hungry mouth Muddy flowing from beneath Skin and again swallowed