Story Behind the Song
It's a story of a man who had a perverted mind, and goes every night looking for a victim because he need to quarter and devour him.
Lyrics
Was a cold night in the city park.
I'm walking as every night alone.
My glance is lost in to the void.
In my mind I'd had only a single thought.
A whore is working in a dark corner.
She ask me if I want to had a good time.
I catch my axe and split her chest in two.
As the blood fills my face my hunger's growing fast.
Her head I'd smashed with madness on the ground.
Blood fills the street with bits of her brain.
Slashing all her flesh, the smell was deranged me.
Her spoils on the ground are only a mass of flesh.
Killer, Slayer, Butcher - Maniac.
Slashed, Smashed, Murdered - Victim.
Defleshed, Chopped, Deboned, quartered.
Consumed, eaten, devoured, digested.
Feeding my hunger with human flesh.
Suffocate my thirst with a gulp of blood.
Consume the grey mass of her skull.
Devoured she's mashed inside of my mouth.
Macerate her flesh with gastric juices.
She was digested, in my bowels she rot.
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