Blessed Slaughter

Fortuitous Bloodshed

Blessed Slaughter


Staring through unmeasured chains of pain 
Pestilence lives, driving me to psychotic state 
I feel the crowd, squeezed guts 
In their beings I'll find a place for my aberrations 

Ghoulish thoughts, atrocity flows 
Anxiety to kill immigrates in me 
Sadist wrath, morbid mind 
Waiting to defile all the hordes behind 

A fortuitous bloodshed by me 

Soaked in blood, their plasma runs 
A severe decay arrives to my head 
Their avulsed flesh is feeding my brain 
I'm tasting a nightmare, or, Is it my deviated reality? 

Unconscious behavior, disturbed environment 
A dark side of me, on dead bodies grows 

Soaked in blood, their plasma runs 
A severe decay arrives to my head 
Their avulsed flesh is feeding my brain 
I'm tasting a nightmare, or, Is it my deviated reality? 

A downward spiral is drawing my fate 
Their wretched anatomies infested by wrench 
Intestinal affair moistening my calf 
Infernal detritus, I'm going insane 

Brutalized corpses in my hands 
Unlimited madness in their bones I unload 
Masses of stiffs in decadence 
The hunger increases

Post mortem mutilation flirts with me 
I become a recollector of clits and rotten tits 
These soft skins are making me horny 
With their purulent smell 

Masturbate, Lacerate, Ejaculate. 

Recovering my sense 
Still perceive the filth emanating from the streets 
Mass of corpses split wide open 
Dying whores spilling blood 
In a peaceful place I remain, total sin washed in 
Another slaughter done, my lucid interval returned.