The Butcher

The Butcher is here, feeding his sickness
A psycho is on the loose out on the streets
Looking for victims, filthy inferior whore.

Society's rules, have altered a bit
No conscience, no rules, no pity
All boundaries gone.

As he Butchered the bitch and stabbed her to death dragging her trough the dirt
Let's go to the shed and rip of your skin, Butchered like a pig.

Society's rules, have altered a bit
No conscience, no rules, no pity
All boundaries gone.

Morbid ways to pleasure himself
He continues his sickening work
An orgy of blood, dismemberment, gore
The massacre taste like more
The sexual need for dissecting girls
A lust he cannot control
The table is soaked with blood and pain
The horror is beyond belief.

Eviscerate in tombs of flesh, death is all I see
Wasting blood, ripping through flesh, meat factory
Welcome to the Farm of death
And meet the legend inside
The king of dissection
In his palace of gore.

Pig Farm Butchery.