Ritual 

Mutilation

Each worse than before

My reason to exist

Blaspheme in endless gore

Perversion fueled in lust

Carried out at will

Dominating urge



Through the eyes of the dead

I kill



Skinned alive

Now left to rot

Flesh consumed

With vomitous bloodclots

Like a Fulci nightmare

Twisted and grotesque

Take my hand

The touch of death



Through the eyes of the dead

I kill



Inhuman beast

Regurgitating laughter

As I choke on bile

Consumation of the dead

God-forsaken fucking necrophile