I open the grave to free body locked inside To become one with, to feel it's cold insides Starting exhumation, my spade can't wait no more Soon I'll feel with my skin all the dead's sores And again the dead body starts feeding me I almost feel it asks me to leave it alone I'm unable to deprive myself of such a pleasure My hands're trembling vigorously with impatience The corpse is free and it can live it's life again But it's another kind of life-existence full of pain It's nothing but a helpless victim beside me It sets all my nastiest passions free Wildly slicing moveless body with my rusty blade Making way for my cruel hands to penetrate Leaving very deep scars I feel I can't stop Until the flesh will turn into the deformed slop Night silence devours all the sounds from the grave The pile of rotten meat became my silent slave My hands moving fast inside the tortured flesh Searching the pieces of innards I pulling it's outside Bowels lie around the grave mixed with soil I gather it in a heap, wash it in a pool of blood That rains from wounds of disfigured body And put it onto the sharp spires of a grave fence Possessed by thirst of destruction I smash the eyeless head Gather the crushed brains Into the ripped out bladder Ripped rotten flesh eclipse my mind I'm one with the dead in inhuman ecstasy Reaching the orgasm I tear the corpse apart Enraged, throw it back into the desecrated pit Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com