[Music - P. O'Brien, Lyrics - P. Mazurkiewicz]



Memory of the insane

Of killing in so man ways, homicidal

Seeking redemption through rage

With hacksaws I decapitated them all

Blood covers the groud, my feet are saturated

Rotting flesh scattered around, I feel no remorse

I don't remember my name

Or when blood of the dead flowed so relentlessly

Extracting the brains from the skulls

My anger evolves with the more heads I deform

Sawing the neck I am engulfed in fantasy

Chew the esophagus, cannibal delicacy

Utterly execerbated, forver deleterious

Slicing through skin, sundered larynx, veins spraying blood

Tattered windpipe, facial carvings, another head to abhore 

Beheading sustains my desire

Enhancing my primitive mind

Annihilation without repreving



[Solo - O'Brien]



Memory of the insane

Of killing in so man ways, homicidal

Seeking redemption through rage

With hacksaws I decapitated them at will

Predacious, violent killing spree

Abolished, putrescent cadavers

Butchered in excrement, sordid obscurity

Feverish hunger to inhale the stench of their death