The Fleshcrafter 歌词

It is now time for decay, it is now time for dismay, Fear of all evil has now taken place, Into the darkness the murderer waits A sickened confession of life, Killed off with no chance to fight Dismembering bodies with vile intent, Piles are now forming and starting to stench A necrophile he has become, Leaving them broken and numb, Structures of flesh are now crafted with meat, Another has died from a bloody defeat Bleeding from holes in the skin, Shaving their faces begins The place where the bodies are hung to remove, The entrails and guts from the wide opened wounds The sight is so thrilling to see the blood spilling Insanity the Reality A morbid indulgence in violent involvements, Exhuming, consuming the flesh of the rotted Decaying in torment the pain is surreal, Fatality, Atrocity Becoming a disfigured carcass he feeds, Carving the flesh, The killer dissects Collecting the bodies to dwell with the blood Shattering bones, Creating his throne Conquering Flesh....The Fleshcrafter skins, Taking their lives...A mass genocide Becoming the feared...He rises up high Deepening madness...A victim now dies It is now time for disorder, It is now time for a murder, Suffering victims are tortured and slaughtered, Nightmares are real in this world of disorder Showing his victims the light, By cutting their throats with a knife Visions of horrid obsessions unfold, Stitching together the pieces behold