Welcome to where the dead things are

Flesh fresh from the womb

Still warm, still kicking, still life..

The grief in the eyes of those who remain


Nekionatalenheten

-the shadow of death is filling the room

Nekionatalenheten

-where the voice of life is put to sleep

Nekionatalenheten

-the sun must pass the darkness rules

Nekionatalenheten

-where the angel of death claims its sacrifices


Nekionatalenheten

-an institution of death

Nekionatalenheten

-no life here only death is real

Nekionatalenheten

-feeling no presence only the stench of death

Nekionatalenheten

-no escaping by life only by death


As the new-born, still-born is put away

7 babies for the beast

dissecting, selecting the best pieces


Boiling the fat away 

Gleaming bones in disturbing shapes

I shape with henzied precision

Hungering for perfection


I create

Science and madness

I reveal

The secrets of the flesh.