Spotted with woman's blood I feel her smell around Eyes starring at abyss - disappointed - Why death and rape connect me - with it... Her arms - pointed
A body kept alive for years Cripple and lying now in dirt of decayed Remains of organic substances A syndrome of inner damage Showing troubles In the
Psychopath instincts Gave in modificationed genes Inoculated was into Wearer organism Devastated her uterus inside Taken power (medium) from cels of
Inside torture Appearing - between disposed legs Covered with blood Bloody gift from nature Torpid brain won't give any tears But other will listen to
[Music: Yattering] [Lyrics: Marcin ?wierczyaski] Generated of hatred ganetically Wasted creature Development killingly attacked With morbid violence
I relase your blood I let flow - more And more - I smash Pieces of you on the wall Your body no longer resists - You are to surrender - - You are to
Got a life sentence For taking part in a brutal murder Of his own siter Caused by sexual drives. Sentenced by humanity Cursed for brutality For the cliched
Supernatural Beings managed to Accelerate the creation of life! A moment of extasy, love - like orgasm The passing of semen that brings joy. Consciousless
He's won a conviction that he'll desrtoy the pathological Drinking pattern Strictly to the scheme We wrests addictions from the body ... I have to...
...Foetus was growing At the cost Of uterus mother's organism... My thoughts Has gone in torture I hear - why !? I don't I feel touch. I torture other
An inanimate Blood - red spot Awakes curiobity Of the crowd passing by Still warm pieces of A short life Bits of human flesh Deprived of shape Reached
Extensive damages of tissue And many blisters It's a picture of a woman Scared...and alone -Light doesn't bring consolation All- embracing pain in
Internally old organism Rejected its fetus But occuring reactions won't allow To tear out the bringer Of human existence Fight for life - what life,
Try to comprehend me Before you tear the aorta Stab with a knife... ...Once again Cut throat does not compare To the pleasure of raping a child Following
Babies asses profaned By lustful Psychopath' penises Asses from which blood And entrails' fragments Spill out. Inconceivable scream - tearing Apart ears
A need for trying something strong Atmosphere of total fury And a white impulse burning inside Transient lack of self - control More and more perceptible
.....I wish I had the choice now you curse me-this is your will Some eerie force makes me act I wish I had the choice... It is a voice I have to follow
Watch him Empty Void Within Himself Solid his faith for nothing It was too hard to keep Watch her dead Dead within herself Grave her body for free It
