Testo di Martyrs (Of The Wendigo)

I have awoken The cunning mischief and corruption Famine feeds the starving soul The purest flesh decayed and withering Shows off dried skin and bone It’s downcast bloodshot eyes Direct the gaze upon the known A fearsome flash of wit Dictates my sense to slay As soon as the murder has been performed Immediate stir up flows through the veins It is an erection, arousal of pleasure To slay and to butcher with no bounded measure Bring me blood Feed me flesh Now that my gruesome act is complete The crave upon feeding Burns from within It will devour all the remains With every incision the heart pumps faster Sliced in to pieces like a psychotic work of art Blended with the filth and the scum That possesses the earth Just glut and digest Repeat at all cost The limbs are sear and deformed The mind is dazzled with lust and distress What once resembled a living subsistence Now just a malicious umbrage A monster of famine A spectre of demise