My lurking want, for carnal sins

Your flesh my desire

And to cleanse my violin

Your throat I slit

And yet I need no help to cure

My sanious abuse

A single jerk, is all it needs

To bring me to my climax,

And to bring you to your knees

You're all I want, my corpses to be

My music incomplete

Until I bathe my strings in thee

'Tis not for fun,

I feed on death

It provides me with the tunes I play

I give you but the best



A price to pay, but not a fee

One human more or less

Is quite indifferent to me

You'll find my strings around your neck

Your flesh will tense and start to break

Your blood will spurt and drench my hands

To give my notes a certain clang

My violin I scrub and wax

But not with polish, soap or varnish

A finer substance I recquire

I soak it in human carnage

Soaking, dampening my strings

Bathing the wood of my precious violin

Laughing, whistling as I work

Immersing my life in the sogginess of your blood...