Pathoanatomist Lyrics

Again rotting began in human corpse
Fresh body is cut with no remorse
Seeking infection – the cause of early death – that took away breath

Scalping head of rotted skin
Finding maggots there within
Scarifying empty skull
Cannot all my work be dull?

Pathologoanatom – profession to carve dead flesh.
Organs investigated become trash.

I see dead man lies in my hands…silent…
Waiting to cut all his entrails
Violent, no pain of scalpel steel he felt

My work has been done so clear
I have never felt the fear

Washing hands of bloody spots
I do never address gods