1. SHE'S CUTE WHEN SHE'S DEAD

Come from behind you, with hammer in hand
Don't care for your life, I'm not your friend
Now just behind you, beat you in head
Lying unconsious, hope you are dead

Touching your body, after your death
It gives me pleasure, holding my breath
Burns my from inside, expands my lust
Want to repeat it, degeneration from past

Touching your body, after your death
It gives me pleasure, holding my breath
Burns my from inside, expands my lust
Want to repeat it, degeneration from past


2. CORPSE LOVER

Rotten dead bodies,festering of skin
Smell of mustiness,from crypt I've been
Sickness I have,Corpse lover is ready to fuck you to death

Rancid remains,suffer cries
Sickness perversion,my cock is arise
Bowels outside,Your womb is grind
Corpse lover is appeased,and feeling no fright


3. BORN AFTER BURIAL

Horror, inside her
In tomb, child appears
Feasting, child needs to eat
Fester, mother is feed

Perverse, impregnante the dead
Reek of, her decayed head
Tearing, rotten breath
Bleeding, birth through death

Born after burial, agony through birth
Crippling dead mother, infant is sick
Vomits with remnants of umbilical cord
Maggots start feasting, death process is done

Born after burial, agony through birth
Crippling dead mother, infant is sick
Vomits with remnants of umbilical cord
Maggots start feasting, death process is done


4. FUNERAL LUNCH

Six feet under
Your body decompresed
Soon I will dig you out
And I devour your corpse

Try to control my excitiment
I am carefully slice your remains
Then I eat your flesh
And feel purulent stench

Let's start devour
Of the body's impure
Dismember you to the core
And slaughter is coming for more


5. ABORTICIDE

My supreme desire is foeticide
I want to my victims feel fright
Covered in blood, i'm gutting your womb
Soon you will be in the tomb

Ruthless butcher, appointed to kill
Stab your vagina, you think it's not real
Absolute carnage, child is dead
Then I ate his torso shred

Unwanted abortion, your bones got crack
Ripping your infant, your blood becomes black
Gutted and exhausted, there is no escape
I want to make you suffer, miserable is your fate


6. MORNING WITH VICTIM

All your believes, all your pride
Now has gone
Do you want, that I make You my slave

Wake, kill x2

I used to start
A morning with victim
In my fucked up mind
I used to end
A day with her guts
In my sick trend

Mind filled up, visions of death
Cruelty I have
Want it now, want kill them
Do it again

Wake, kill x2

I used to start
A morning with victim
In my fucked up mind
I used to end
A day with her guts
In my sick trend