Sanguine Verses (of Extirpation)

Текст песни Aborted - Sanguine Verses (of Extirpation) <br/> A darkened room re-opening at the stroke of twelve<br />Grim cascades of light construct a blurry image<br />The fridge-cage opens serving a putrid stiff<br />Rusted will serve up the casual plat du jour<br /><br />Heat up the stove, my banquet commence<br />Amputate limbs, Delicatesse in extremis<br />There is no taste, like human rosbeef, haute-cuisine<br />( )<br />Savouring every chunk that slides down the esophague<br />Feasting on man I survive reluctant and digestive<br /><br />Sanguine, my culinary addiction<br />Just doing my part in depopulation<br /><br />Another day, another night to rob the morgue<br />Retrieving chunks to stew what i adore<br />Exhuming chunks to flavour the casserole<br />Im the grand chef brewfing a new brand of food<br /><br />Feasting in man I survive, reluctant, and digstive<br />Your relatives, I shove down my throat<br />Feeding of hate, preying on man, cannibalism with a cause<br />Little lumps of meat - Adoring the flesh I eat<br />The dead no longer alone - In my belly to serve a better cause