Текст песни Mutilated corpse

utilated, maltreated bodies Bags filled with lumps of meat and maggots The miserable smell of decay and coagulated blood I slaughter women with pleasure My life is a farce There is no common sense in my life I only know the craft of killing Only therefore I live It is a pleasure to torture you to sever your limbs from your body alive It is a satisfaction to bath in your warm blood My life is a farce There is no common sense in my life I only know the craft of killing Only therefore I live Mutilated corpse Mutilated corpse Mutilated corpse Mutilated corpse Mutilated corpse