VII: The Horror， the Destruction - Annotations Of An Autopsy

My knife is deep inside your fucking uterus Shut your fucking mouth as I'm thrusting My knife inside your sexual organs You should never be allowed to reproduce

Kneel before the tomb of disease Decimate all Standing at its doorways ghostly shrieks aproach me Distorted by the air Kneel before the tomb of disease The sten

The bones of the ancients lay silent in the dust Entwind with the remains of The resistance I stood somber amidst the remnants Of a war fought in Vein As I look

Sent down from above I am no angel My forked tongue bleeds nothing but hate Pure hate pure hate The path of the divine has long been forgotten And his earth wil

A holy icon Shining down spreading dogma Its rays suffocate me Blistering The skin of my effigy A blinding icon Burns ours eye branding our Minds Its rays burn

The sound of laughter inside your head Don't you wish you were born dead The sound of laughter inside your head Makes you wish you were born dead Born dead you

Engaged in time, torn between two worlds Swallowed whole by consuming vacuums Dematerialized hands reach to the sky Turned xenon through matter displacement Wit