(c) 2000 Sergey 'Jin' Bostandzhyan Cut the flesh, saw skeleton bones Cannibal desire, victim unknown Taste the blood that used to flow Take it from the heart, the soul must go One more disfigured face In my axes' sweet embrace I murder like insane My inclinations cannot hide It's everyday the same My wicked mind Mutilated bodies, ripped up in torment Ptomain, extracted from the dead Putrid remains Cadaverous chains I feel no sorrow when I take your life And see you bleeding, my axe into your flesh I dive There's no tomorrow for you, I spinned your coin Another victim I will find and disjoin You will be dead by dawn With obvious signs of mutilation Your body beaten, ripped and torn Locked and kept in putrefaction Mangled corpses at my feet In the air smell of rotten meat Noone cares about what I do But I'm your fear and I remember you