Sanguine Verses ( Of Extirpation )

A darkened room re-opening at the stroke of twelve

Grim cascades of light construct a blurry image

The fridge-cage opens, serving a putrid stiff

Rusted tools serve up the carnal plat du jour

Heat up the stove, my banquet commence

Amputate limbs, délicatesse in extremis

There is no taste like human roast beef, haute cuisine

Savouring every chunk that slides down the esophagus

Feasting on man, I survive reluctant and digestive

Sanguine, my culinary addiction

Just doing my part in depopulation

Another day, another night to rob the morgue

Retrieving chunks to stew what I adore

Exhuming chunks to flavour the casserole

I'm the grand chef brewing a new brand of food

Feasting on man, I survive reluctant and digestive

Your relatives, I shove down my throat

Feeding off hate, preying on man

Cannibalism with a cause

Little lumps of meat

Adoring the flesh I eat

The dead no longer alone

In my belly to serve a better cause

In my belly to serve a better cause

In my belly to serve a better cause

In my belly to serve a better cause

In my belly to serve a better cause