In Voluptate Mors - Hiroshima Will Burn

He wears their skin as robes on his own throne of abomination

His sexual exploration transcends the morgue

Where his victims are destined to be

Skinning his filthy lambs to satisfy his primordial needs

To cover his flesh with that of human veil

His frustration grows and so does his anger

Into desperation he falls

And into vanity asunder

Throughout his breathless stare

He caresses her delicate hide

Bloated corpses litter the country side

Leaving no trace of the killer’s mark

Their fleshless bodies turning a pale grey

Left for days for the worms to feast

In Voluptate Mors

Clawing her way up the steep walls

Of mud, brick and stone

Only to find the fingernails

Of those who remain unknown

In the calm musings of his cracked teeth lies an undying malice

And a serpent like tongue

Slithering back and forth

There lies In Voluptate Mors

Beg.

For your life

You fucking cunt

Beg.

For your life

Flowing rivers of flesh festers on his bones.

Unashamed

Lured into a false sense of security

As if he were the innocent one

Her bleeding heart reeks of disgust

He can already taste her stench

His eyes were wide and bloodshot

Her life will cease upon the end