Wtn Behind Closed Doors
Backed Into The Corner
With Fear In Your Eyes
I'll Re-arrange Your Vital Organs
Your Intestines Are Devine
Hands And Legs Are Tied
Your Body Is Exposed
Aroused By Sick Decay
Your Face Is Torn Away
The Horror Comforts Me
Lust For Blood With No Remorse
Satisfy My Sexual Lust
Masturbating With Your Blood
Thirst For Blood I Can't Deny
I Savour Formaldehyde
The Sickness I Possess
Crave For Mutilated Mess
