Rotten Sculpture - Necrosadistic Slaughter Stench

Morbid fascination with the dead and buried
Dig out forlorn graves and harvest putrefied
Fire up the chainsaw to split the cracking bones
Forced to desecrate them by the lust for power

Just like the soul's renewed
Consuming stinking bodies
Ripping flesh from bone
Blood on my hands, the taste divine

Another casket opened, fevered anticipation
Necrophilian pleasures satisfied by exhumed
Carnivourous mutilation, vicious gnawing on entrails
Malevolent negotiation of creature's futility

Just like the soul's renewed
Consuming stinking bodies
Ripping flesh from bone
Blood on my hands, the taste divine

Decapitated carcass got its skin removed
Sweet agony of grinding through its flesh

Necrosadistic slaughter stench
Herassment of the pure
Necrosadistic slaughter stench
I taste those lovely torn
and drink their blood until they're dried

Death is peace
Death is life

Necrosadistic slaughter stench
Herassment of the pure
Necrosadistic slaughter stench
I taste those lovely torn
and drink their blood until they're dried

Head is severed, torso ripped and torn
I'll take them home, molesting's aim
A gallery of rotten sculptures in my basement
Consumption's stench's my love's cologne

Just like the soul's renewed
Consuming stinking bodies
Ripping flesh from bone
Blood on my hands, the taste divine

Necrosadistic slaughter stench
Herassment of the pure
Necrosadistic slaughter stench
I taste those lovely torn
and drink their blood until they're dried