We can not
Wait to see
What is on your insides X2
We can not
Fornicate
Until we have your insides
We can not
Mutilate
Until you urinate on us
Awoken by a ray of light
Burning through your retinas
Perfectly designed
Stained glass windows
Transparent hope is
Forced down the throat and
Boots full of cum is what they all swallowed
Compelled to crunch on the toes of their late friends
We enjoy ripping out and shitting down your windpipe
Such grizzly grim acts help the agony subside
Gash slashed up
And fully pummelled with all sorts of instruments
Really just can not tell wether you love or adore it darling
She’s stiff but still resisting
In our chapel of rest
We embrace and practice all professional torture
Set aflame during a brutal Bukakke
Perverted purgatory
Mentally and physically
Worth the long wait to see what was inside thee X2
Disembowelled in the chapel gutted open like the pig you are even covered in your own shit
Spread wide
For my shears to tear you open revealing the placenta and a dead beating black heart
Bring the innards here I want to munch them
And ravish the liver
Sodomizing the corpse
Is just not enough for us
If only you could see what’s coming
Disembowelment on my mind
Watch how she separates and not just for the first time
Like the heavens opened for the very first time
Lacerated guts were mine
Confessing all we have done before I ram my ghurka in and rip it straight up
No Christ alive that could save you from this vice where I indite my last prayer on the wall with your shite
Taking turns ploughing utter filth to conclude your final moments of solitude
Staring down the next live one
Somehow this little cunt wriggled free
I will cut your last fucking tendon
Get back here you slippery fucker
Fucker
Three five seven drew puncturing you
Taking a lunge making sure you’re subdued Reciting lies of the life right before you
Nailed to the cross as I continue
Receiving gratification from the holes exposed in your torso
We can’t help but feel more excited for the dismembering about to happen
Filling the cart full of body parts
We have more prayers to spread
Chapel fucking disembowelment
Entrails cover us on the floor
