1. SWOLLEN

Sweet smell of his prey
Risen from the watery grave
It was done by his way
A Play of their decay

Maggots under mouldy skin
Feasting, nesting within
Bringing out the smell of death
Whining of the swollen flesh

Mouths filled with black slime
Pouring out like the sweetest wine
Festering body starts to cry
Voices of demise

Decomposing in this heat
For carnivores to eat
Pure, innocent and sweet
Turned into rotting meat

Swollen
Rising from the deeps
Swollen
Drowned choir

Swollen
Rising from the deeps
Swollen
For carnivores to eat


2. INSIDE JOURNEY

Like a meathook from inside
Slime of death shall arise
Innocent child soon to die
Infected by this gore demise

Mothers throat is sore from cries
Chained to the bed she lies
Knife is the tool to use
To abort old and new

The Seal of flesh is broken
Mothers womb cut wide open
And now the child is swinging
Hanged up with entrails

Guts spread across the floor
Spilled all over the wall
Her legs spread wide open
The whore wont cry no more!

Inside journey through flesh and skin
Inside journey exposing everything within


3. LIVING WITH THE DEAD

Living with the dead
With swollen wife
And kids so vile
Once so happy family of four
Is severed down to one by gore

He's making love to his wife's rotten torso
He's buying new toys for his children also
He's dancing jazz with his wife´s torso
He's a great father and good husband also

Living With the dead (x2)

See little girl daddy has a mental wound
He has to take these pills or we´ll be doomed
See little girl daddy took them pills
Have you noticed that you´ve turned, recently quite pale


4. ONE GLORIOUS HUMAN MASSACRE

A man calls to another
There is a family under a cover
Is this the mother or the father
How could you recognize coz it's so rotten

A man says look here
There is a little kid under a cover
Is this son or the daughter
No matter: there is no laugh and play

Bodies swarming with flies
Dead eyes are filled with cries
There is one who still smiles
The Butcher, so proud of this demise

One glorious human massacre (x2)

Their lives were so futile
They build it all on lies
Nobody remembers them tomorrow
Except the butcher in his wet dreams

One glorious human massacre (x2)