London's Anthem for the Pleasure of Mutilation Lyrics


Throat laceration from a surgical line, from blood lust fingers

Mummified corpse smothering with her own entrails. Nevermore to the filthy whore

London's worthless. Beaten down, frail hearts

History has been made by the ink of the Devil's blade

Behold the malicious beauty, by the silence of the respiration

Kill the whore. No slut deserves to live

London's worthless. Beaten down, frail hearts

Peasants will fade behind the perverse masquerade

He is the one...chosen to redeem the name of punishment

He has been chosen by the tyrants of hell...to sacrifice for the new age that is approaching

Dark times have been worshiped by his name...

And his name shall live forever

FOREVER!!!

London's worthless. Beaten down, frail hearts

History has been made by the ink of the Devil's blade