1. THY LOVER THY MURDERER

Six feet under in a grave, the corpse shall lie
Rotten body skin fall off, dead and soon forgotten
Lived this life now died, a victim to a serial killer
The child corpse, now total rotten

[Chorus ]
So innocent and dead
Little girl life ended
Mutilated and raped
Her fleshhole is still wide open

[Verse]
One of many to die by the killer
Her screams can still be heard in the orphanage
Raped and stabbed sliced and diced
Never to many victims for him

[Bridge]
The parents ask why
Why did she have to die?
Did it need to be her?
Depression arrives to them

[Verse]
After 6 months in the grave
Her skin is gone, taken by her lover
Thy murderer, thy lover, thy evil
She is blessed by him

[Bridge]
By the grave she lies
Dead and forgotten
Never thought about her
But in hell she lives


2. WHEN SELFHARM ISN'T FUN ENOUGH

Depression in her mind
Self-worth is low, just want to die
She then takes out the knife
Take the first cut in her arm

Knife goes deeper and deeper
The pain doesn’t go away
Suddenly the knife chops the arm off
For the first she feels relief

[Bridge]
From the wound the blood comes out
Into the living
Relief and enjoyment is the only thing on her mind
She knows she will die
She next cut her leg
Draw help with blood
Then she cuts the throat


3. NUN OF THE PYRE


[Verse]
When you see the devil in me
You know that the fire is the way
Consuming this sin is the way to
Deal with this pain set it free
Die in the fire with pain, for you sins against god
Burn your intestines decay your flesh is melting away
Your meat is so lovely peeling away
Tying rocks to your legs, the rope is letting you meet your end,
Look at your drowning flesh, trial of the macabre
you float you shall die if not you have passed the test

[Bridge]
Begging for mercy, you scream, suffocating
End is near shed a tear, innocent
Drowning slowly, die without a breath
Surviving is not possible

[Verse 2]
Look you can see so far away the many ways a life can ends
Down at the bottom the corpses are lying decaying and death
It’s almost like a painting so macabre, almost like it was raining death
The push to your death is near, so take you last breath
The pain is animated so don’t be agitated soon soon you will arrive in paradise
Your salvation lies in the fire,
because you are nun of the pyre