A scientist is searching for a cure to the sclerose of the brain After several decease, he didn't know what to do He was thinking about the reasons of the sickness (And suddently discovered that it could be cured by devouring the patients' brains).
I'm entering in a cold chamber Taking out corpses and looking at them with pity Nothing that I could do to save them, Probably because of the remedy injected during the treatment
Using a bistoury, I carve skulls delicately Observing the grey tumor and brain putrify Now running inside my veins, The sickness is higher than disgust and this moment, II devour my patient's brain The result doesn't appear, several tries are necessary
Suddenly I try again... What is the reason of my failure When I woke up I was cutting my victims, watching their organs until they die
Brain devourment is a pleasure That is now daily obsession, out of my control