Bastard, motherfucker... you are a son of a bitch In the underworld... in the darkness you deal In secrecy, human organs stained with blood Gory, putrid, and thirsty... all the human waste To dismember them, and to trade Organs by organs, the cycle of the death Filthy money, blood of servants Butcher of purulent blood, organs deled without scrupulous I have killed too, in a savage way Stabbing a lot, Im a servant of death Im haywire, gutted too Butcher of purulent flesh, appalling them to hack off A secret slaughterhouse, a cold room with corpses Carving the flesh in pieces, the yellowish color Of the purulent corpses, hanging, trepanning, stabbing, grinding, disemboweling Brains in the floor, eyes in the floor, tongues in boxes, lungs stained with blood, brains in the floor, eyes in the floor, tongues in boxes, lungs stained with blood... Hearts... guts... kidney... gore ...and all the concerning to the fucking corpse ...and all the concerning to the fucking corpse To dismember them, in different ways Organs by organs, were gonna kill them Several children, running away When they look at our knives, trying to avoid us in the fog Im behind a child, he has been ambushed We are ready, to decapitate him He is just a child, but will die Before midnight, its our best work Bastard motherfucker, Im here because I have preferred, to be your servant In secrecy, killing people like a work I didnt want to die in your perverse hands
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