Regoreged piosenki

Liquid death, spitting in anger Hungrily awaits my flesh Suffocate from toxic vapours Screaming from the bliss of pain Slowly chew the flesh away The green corrosive forms decay Dipped in from head to toe Alive in torment Cannot see my eyes are cover...

A cunning pyromaniac Obsessed with flaming corpses Burned are the countless bodies Lying at my feet Repulsed and ecstatic By the smell of charred skin It always ends with incineration Incinerate Stricken by cruelty incarnate 

A puppeteer of flesh and bones Obscene and grotesque body art A gallery of preserved parts Is chiseled to my liking I punctured her soft skin She begged for mercy on her knees But then she wanted more So I cut her flesh My scalpel reached To sate her...

Nocturnal vulture I am Collecting the newest of corpses Scavenging for the healthiest dead They need have no blisters or mould Suspension, preventing decay A gallery sick and macabre To vomit a fluid in their veins And bring them to life again A twist...

The scalpel rests into her hands Amidst a pile of liquid brain She smells the smell of blood and gore Of shit dee in her vulva Saliva, her craving Saliva, the slut A little child sits on her lap His body desecrated Festered wounds are gashing blood...

I want them all to look loke mom I want them all to share her pain Her smile was so radiant On bodies I will paint Walking slime, revenge will be mine Her face engraved in your bodies Striking, piercing, tearing Ripping the skin from the rectum Sewin...