The Sight of Hanged Men Makes My Day Lyrics

Another foggy morning has come, the stench of death is coming from the window
I hear the sound of the rope around their neck, it sounds like music in my ears
Vultures with pieces of flesh in their mouth, flies all around the bodies what a wonderful picture
Another good morning, another good sightseeing

Every day I touch their cold flesh I want to feel their suffering
I love the taste of the dead I adore their blank eyes, the smell of decompose
Every men behave different when they die I love the excitement of someones death
I really enjoy the process of strangulation I cut carefully some parts of them
And I pull out their entrails this is my signature of my art, my unique hobby makes me unique person

My list is getting bigger, day by day I hunt them down becoming part of my collection
I choose them randomly I have bodies of all ages everyone here had a personality
Everyone here has a name, I hang them from a pole, I really like my yard full of them
I have a unique collection the sight of hanged men always makes my day
Collecting hanged men is my addiction