Godless Fetid Mess Lyrics

Round table, hungry monsters
Full of bodies plates and bowls
Carving dead flesh, straining fresh blood

Eye and ear, heart and lever

Everything is eatable for them
Slice a piece and put it into your mouth
Bodies ever have no names
They just turn to dust

Godless slaughter loathsome fetid mess
Human meat smell is a simple test
To discover if it’s fresh enough
Taste cadaver it is not tough

Room stinking of corpses
Rotten and eviscerated
Continuous postmortem
Exhumation participated

Pretty adults, ugly spinsters
Even young boys here lay down
Decomposing, separated

Sweetish eyeball, tasty meat-roll

Take it, chew low, feel bit, swallow
Digest, satisfy, empty, putrify

Godless slaughter loathsome fetid mess
Human meat smell is a simple test
To discover if it’s fresh enough
Taste cadaver it is not tough