After Life Lyrics

Smell of slaughterhouse, noises of flies, warm
humiliation, bloody viscosity,
torn skin nailed in dirty walls of wood, pieces of
corpses preserved in formaldehyde.

Postmortem ritual.

Set the mangles bodies in fire, purified after a
trifling life
They always learn to live at the gates of the death.
I'm the blade, I'm the will, I'm the artist over your
skin.
Cuts and more cuts, fluids caressing my skin,
soft and infected scabs, I'll cum once again.
No more screams, no more supplicate,
only bones and flesh resting with me.

I will embrace my victims in hell,
then we will purify our souls together.
His last cry, his last breath of life,
carving his corpses, my way of honoring the dead.