The Grotesque - Entrails

Death is now upon me, I inhale it’s might

Atrocities by hand, turning day to night

Destroy the human filth!

Slicing up the flesh!

The Grotesque

Inhuman bliss

Into the grip of the Grotesque

Inhuman bliss

Grotesquery inside my head, victims I abduct

Take them to a hidden place, they do as I instruct

Peeling off the skin to a disgusting mesh

The Grotesque

Inhuman bliss

Into the grip of the Grotesque

Inhuman bliss

Into the grip of the Grotesque

Tie them up, gag their mouths, my scalpel shine

Warm blood is dripping now from their bodies that are mine

Destroy the human filth!

Slicing up the flesh!

The Grotesque

Inhuman bliss

Into the grip of the Grotesque

Inhuman bliss

Into the grip of the Grotesque

Inhuman bliss

Into the grip of the Grotesque

Inhuman bliss

Into the grip of the Grotesque