Slashing corpses, darkness, cold
Putrid smells and silent bodies
No blood, no pain, just pure lust
Sacrilege, dance with the dead

Instruments to play, to torture
Face distorted, members apart
Symphony of knives slow cutting
Impure thoughts raise a sick look

No blood, no pain, pure lust

Terror, arise in the darkness
Horror, is too much to bear
Rotten, a putrid carcass
Scream, but there's no one to hear

Blood fills your eyes
Maggots bite your flesh
You're buried deep down
You meet with the dead

Deep in a tomb
You died, by my hand
Chopped, in pieces
Your stench fills the air

Come to me, I'll offer you liberty
Release you from the pain of life
Intoxicated with your last breath
Pleasure to see your bloody guts

Nothing can stay in my way
Your warm blood on my hands
Disfigured face still smiles at me
I sacrifice my dreams to let you free

Severed parts of you
A puzzle in red

Standing tall and calm
Peacefully awaiting
For the next to come
Holding heavy axe

Do your job and die
I'll do mine and kill
Separate your head
It's my only will

Meet the executioner
My mask is all you see
Before I take your life.
Your blood slowly drips.

I can taste your neck
Your pulse excites me
Victim by victim
I become a god