Priest Dismayed

Little priest do the prayers you’ve prepared to do,
Don’t be surprised, to give me your life,
And you, don’t be sorry, don’t be unwise,
All the bishops, too old to help, too drunk to help.
Don’t look at me!
Oooh, now you’re prepared,
To give me your life.
There was supposed to be bags of blood.
Using the scissors, the outcome is still good,
Dribbling on my hand.
So do the prayers you’ve prepared to do,
Don’t be surprised how you give me your darkness..

(Scalped at random,
Brains are exposed,
Look at the burden in their eyes.)

Priest dismayed, scalped alive,
Priest dismayed, caramelised,
Priest dismayed, scalped alive.

Enter The Slicer

Blades are sharpened,
‘Til they’re shiny.
Little boy is cleaned.
All the victims
Queue in silence,
For their final end.

Enter the Slicer,
Into The Slicer,
Enter The Slicer.

Sick Dirty Fools

Disgusting feelings,
In the darkness.
Only wanting
To murder.
The bloody hate,
Of my mother.
I twist your legs,
The wrong way.

Death they smelled,
Nostrils overloaded,
Bloated with stench.
Stakes stab-away.
Bodies overthrown,
And then crushed,
Within their own limbs,
Broken, torn,
Elastic.

Sick dirty fools
Sick dirty fools
Sick dirty fools
Sick dirty fools
Sick dirty fools
Sick dirty fools
Sick dirty fools

Remember as children,
Children we crawled.
Now I disgrace thee,
A filthy fuck.

Sick dirty fools.
Children will burn.

Limbs I Like

Babies flailing about in rivers of blood,
Bladders I love, but livers are morbid,
Piled all together, like pigs and beings,
Livers, hearts, and giblets, and all things inside.

Don’t be afraid of my shiny blade,
Hanged, drawn and quartered,
And sentenced to doom.
Round and around,
With a cower of the face.
Why won’t they let them
Bark at the moon?

I live, because I’m better than a fleshy corpse.
Limbs I love!
Limbs I like!
A ha ha ha.

Dreams Of The Feeble

Dirty midgets in the dead of the night,
Burning eyes of the mongo whore.

Dreams of the feeble
Dreams of the feeble

At the end of the night,
They presented the dog.
The hound was shaved,
And ready for God.

Dreams of the feeble

Time To Die

Bloodied fools,
Scooped into buckets,
Stench of death,
A beautiful aroma,
The babby’s head,
Minced for dinner.

Time to die
You fucking fools
Up in the sky
Down the garden
Up in the sky
You fucking fools
Down the garden
Time to die
Time to die
You fucking fools
Up in the sky
Down the garden
Down the garden
Down the garden
Up in the sky
You fucking fools

Oh no
Not my brain
Oh my brain
Oh my brain
No

Return To Ondor

Return to Ondor,
Feel the bloodied stumps
The pungent sky,
Beautiful eyes,
Procession of the dead,
Can you see me die?
The Pits of Yürmhen,
I know your name is Simon.
Smiling at my mind,
Feel my love.
Mother falls away,
Pray to the Grinder.
The man he looks away,
Smiling as he does.

Return to Ondor.
Return to Ondor,
Very nice.

Return to Ondor,
Return to Ondor.

There will be mutilations.

Severed penis.
Look at me while I’m writhing in pain,
Aye, that looks like sex.
You see in my eyes,
Oh I know that.
Lovely and brown.
He hangs upside down
In the tavern.

Mongo Head

Mongo head,
Limestone tongue,
Limpy walk,
Mother’s dream.
Club foot,
Scrouchy hunch,
Love you Peggy,
Love you mummy.
Love you Peggy,
Love you mummy,
Love you Peggy,
Love you mummy.

Mongo head,
Limestone tongue,
Limpy walk,
Mummy’s dream.
Club foot,
Scrouchy hunch,
Love you Peggy,
Love you mummy.

The Ballad Of Jan Hesderm (Giblet’s Lament)

I året mine foreldre ble slaktet,
Jeg så den store herren Forthron stige ned til jorden.
Han ga meg kraft og kunnskap og evig liv.

Kraften til Necrobeast ble min vei og eneste jakt.
Innmat og organer jeg elsker å sluke.
Med velbehag vil jeg fortære dem alle.

Decapitation Masturbation

Decapitation,
Is what I need.
My eyes are blinded,
I cannot see.
Masturbation,
Until I bleed.
My eyes are blinded,
I cannot see.

Buckets Of Limbs

Buckets I have filled with leftover parts,
Butchered remains and slithery slops.
A fine meal for my creatures to dine,
Hungry bastards are they.
A fine repast, the choicest cuts,
To pleasure my filthy pigs.

Buckets of limbs,
(Buckets of organs)
Stored for the pigs.
(Buckets of organs)
Arms and legs.
Arms and legs.

Buckets of limbs,
Stored for the pigs.
Arms and legs,
Arms and legs,
For the childer.
For the childer.
For the children.

The Beast Went Awry

“The Beast was supposed to be….”
Dirty corpse.
The Beast went awry,
Indeed.

Filthy corpse,
Must be touched.
In your eyes,
You feel me,
Inside you now.

In The Sky Of Gee

I can’t believe the jackal will return.
Hello virgins, welcome to the pain.
And to survive, I need the sky.
What you have learned: I need the sky.
I can’t believe the jackal will or will not return.
Hello virgins, welcome to the pain.

Scum bastard boy,
Come to me.
Scum bastard boy,
Pat McGee.

I see a virgin,
I see a man,
I see the women in the church.
I see a man blessing them,
In the Sky of Gee.

The Chalices Of Urine

The chalices of urine lay in my mind.
The chalices of urine lay in the shrine.
(The stench of urine on his lips.)
The chalices of urine lay in my mind,
(My trembling fingers on your nose.)
The chalices of urine lay at my side.
(You must live for me to die.)

Oh yes you must give me your love,
I like the way you look at me.

The chalice, the chalice, the chalice.

Chalice of urine, set me free.
Chalice of urine, hairy gee.
Chalice of urine.

Caress You Like A Grub

Welcome to my filthy dream,
I want to inform you,
You will suffer all my wrath,
I hope you understand,
It’s just hurt I wish to inflict,
Nothing else matters to me.

You’re just a dirty maggot,
I caress you like a grub.
Pulsating fleshy little prick,
Do you enjoy my anger?

Bestial Maggot Disturbance

Plump larvae,
Brooding in the gloom.
Foetid stench,
Limbless throbbing maggot,
Indifferent to misery,
Gorging on the mushy organs of the pitiful.

Trapped In The Tomb

Trapped in the tomb,
Pathetic fools.
Trapped in the tomb,
Pathetic fools.