Let The Children Come To Me (To Rip Their Wombs) Lyrics

Two little childs playing in a garden
Infernal thoughts torment me again
Unstoppable disease of torture and crime
Going through my mind
Dominating my act
Visions of children mangled and rotten
Brutally killed by my own hand
I can't stop my steps coming near them prepare the knife to start the butchery
They're so brittle let me embrace them
To hear the bones crushing in my arms
Let the children come to me
To rip their wombs
To tear their flesh
Let the children come to me
To see their blood on my skin
Come with the butcher and take my hand
I'll take my knife to claw your guts
I have to satiate the blood desire
I want the flesh grinded and slice
I sink the blade into his torso
I feel the blood splattering in my face
Slicing the abdomen of the second one
Pulling out the entrails
Strewing his remains
I still hear the scream
Breaking the silence
I still see the tears
Turning red
Turning red
I want to caress their pale skin
Let me eat their tender flesh
I want to butcher their bleeding organs
Let me enjoy this sublime moment
Turning red
Turning red
Rub myself with the innards
Tingling my skin in red
Dissect the inert bodies
Severing the members from the trunk
Come with the butcher and take my hand
I'll take a bath with your warm blood