Blessed Slaughter

When Hatred Becomes Torture

Blessed Slaughter


Ruthless, smashing the brains of my enemy 
Sadistic, enjoying the laments of agony 
Atrocity, I feed myself now with his suffering 

His weeping eyes searching for human aid 
I break his neck but they keep looking at me 
A life has ended and with it expires a revenge 

Suddenly, I'm not alone in this rotten place 
At my feet lie a thousand cadavers 
I walk on them and the thrill increases inside my being 

Only death has provoked my unmeasurable hate 
The torture begins unto them 

I feel excitement with fallen whores - necrophile 
I fuck them while I'm grinding with my weapon their entrails 

Footpath of pain, abstract dimensions, 
a mental disturbance with thirst for death 

Through my skin I emanate dregs, the next station - devastation. 

I wear putrefaction 

Hundreds of bodies ablaze, bloody dramatized 
Mortal entertainment. I'm in the audience victimized 
Inside of them there's a reflection, 
just a result of my sexual frustration 

Infected with madness, the morbus increase with the ripped stiffs 

Triumphant entrance, the butchery in front of me (my tiny relief) 
A slaughterhouse refuges me, its maternal pit caresses me 
Exhaustive tranquillity 

Ruthless 
Sadistic 
Atrocity 

Virulence 
Sadism 
Malignancy 

Live in me.