A Dish Best Served Cold

Sickness inside of us, another night to dream your killing

Unpunished- Filled with self-esteem

Our Goddess will be grateful

Naked bodies hacked to pieces

Sweet women' faces twisted and mutilated

Tied to a rope in the dark of these rooms

Force-fed with blood and cum

Our vision of heaven is the vision of hell itself

A raving point of exit, the destruction of every dream and hope

Today's youth discomfort - Fuel for the Propaganda engine

We'll slaughter your future and rape your new-born children

You don't exist, you never existed

Our art is made of gore and entrails

Paintings of cruelty to design your unexisting lives

Your breath is dying out frame after frame

This movie is no more blue

We painted blue with black and flesh with blood-red

You suffer your hell on Earth

To jerk-off as they cut you to pieces

To zoom on your agonizing desperate eyes

To stare your now eternal looks of terror

Your lives never meant anything to us.

To look (at) your empty faces dressing your own dead-skin masks

To think of your dreams we butchered at birth

No one is innocent

No one is innocent

Now we finally consumed our dish best served cold

You fucking die, we become Gods.