Crimes of passion Ruled his mind The anger inside Compassion he will never find The pain and pleasure Of the blade And he loved The screams she made
Sparks, the eyes of fire Flying high in the night Storms, the arms of evil It's gonna take your life You know the bat's crying Hell bent for the death
No mercy for what we are doing No thought to even what we have done We don't need to feel the sorrow No remorse for the helpless one War without end
Scurrilous, widespread death Punitive, stagnant mess Rancorous killing spree Punishing massacre Eternal insanity fueling the need To randomly vanquish
to inseminate Swarm a parasitic plague enables me to emulate A state of constant disarray Worm infested, worm infested, worm infested Worm infested, worm infested, worm infested
lie rotting Infested beneath the earth Worthless, soulless graves From unknown cremations Buried not cremated Instead lie rotting Instead lie rotting Infested
the tested. This time it's gone too far my body is infested. I am infested, I am infested, this time it's gone too far, my body is infested. I am infested
time it's gone too far My body is INFESTED! I am infested! I am infested! This time it's gone too far, My body is infested! I am infested! I am infested
[Music: Thijs, Aborted; Lyrics: Sven] Again I penetrate the graveyard soil my necrotic needs are reborn thrashing my way into the infested I catch a
What a perfect sight to see Decomposed dead bitch I spread her buttocks wide and I love what I see Anus covered with worms I masturbate as I fingerfuck
Here he stands, one of a million in a forest full of his kind Captured by a voice talking to them again and again Cutting through the skull into their
Look out that window, the intensity of live in this filth we call humanity Religion, belief, war, blindness The impulse for the delusion? The fanatics
Am I content? yes I am, am I content? no, that's not my true self I was imagening it, can we only live like this? You can't handle the loss of your soul
The seeds of heritage lying cremated Through the hand of a single man and his lust Feeling relive by his work on flesh Just like flies addicted to light
All we see are desolate similarities Try to find the final ending of this Never be able to look behind the wall of your hidden face Only a puppet with
An inhuman in our eyes, a failure The mistake in the working clockwork, fullfilling our thoughts Isolated from the decaying outside, he's the one who
