Shadows Are Astray

Mortification of the innocent

The odious anger remains

This is the final funeral

Buried by the dust

The dust from an ancient soul

At a inverted crucifix

Your blessed body shall rot

Your inner organs will be replaced by me

I use your body for my sickening science

My obscene autopsy of you

As I cut you limb by limb

Your body I sliced upon altar of my human

Flesh pot art

I will slowly perverted get to work

On a cadaver that is as cold as ice

Your inner organs will be replaced by me

I use your body for my sickening science

My obscene autopsy of you

As I cut you limb by limb

Draining your substance

Tearing your soul apart

Your body soon will perish

Into the void of outrageous art

I want you to enter my kingdom