- 25 Cromwell Street
Mr. and Mrs. West, Britain's serial best.
Torture, murder, adultery.
Their life began after the kids were asleep.
Buried in the garden, a daughter they'd keep.
No one would ever know the true extent.
Of the crimes committed by these two insaniacs.
The bodies were rolled into the daylight.
- Battered Bitch
Come into my elegant apartment
Warm and appealing to the senses
Take your jacket off and make yourself at home
Feel free to help yourself to some wine
Eagerness gets the best of me
Tumbling and turning around inside me
The will to kill is crushing my mortality
The pain I inflict will be unbearable
- Blood Fetish
Blood from this one
Blood from that one
My victims blood gives me the sense of superiority i need
I drink it down
My body digests their essence
Collected in my cauldron
The blood finds its way to my body parts
To sticky on my cock
- Bodies On Display
Impaled are those who are opposed to me
Shackled are those who are soon to be
Displays for all to see
In my kingdom of infamy
Striking fear into the heart of all
Expect no less then death
Reign of terror abysmal
Nobody here to stop me from the methods i condone
- Dead In The Alleway
Random acts of violence
Surge of adrenaline
Random acts of violence
Cleanse the soul within
Deep animosity
Waiting in the alley way
Butcher knife in hand
Random bitch snatched from behind
- Drenched In Gasoline
STALKING YOU
KNOWING YOUR EVERY MOVE FROM THE START
SOLID, ARE MY PLANS FROM THE NOTES I KEEP OF YOU
SOON YOU'LL BE WITH ME MY LOVE
NEVER TO RETURN AGAIN
ROTTING, MINE FOREVER MORE
CAN'T YOU SEE, THAT WE WERE MENT TO BE
YOUR ALL ALONE, I CREEP UP TO YOUR DOORSTEP
- Fecal Frenzy
Welcome to fecal frenzy.
Club of disease.
If you're into the brown.
Then admission is free.
Scattered scat zombie trolls.
Making their mark.
Flatulence permeates.
Inhale rectal exhale.
- God Of Degradation
Excommunicates.
Banished from your exhausted life, come to me.
Frail and meek.
The perfect day to mold into what I need.
A submissive cum catcher from top to bottom.
Forever dripping with my seed.
Collar tight, spikes embedded.
Pull you closer with the chain to swallow cock.
- Involuntary Suicide
Suicide is for the weak
That's why I chose this way for you to die
You don't want
Me to be
Your killer
Your suffering would be what nightmares are made of
Tied up to my cross of death
Your hands free to cut your own wrists
- Merciless Homocide
EAGER INSIDE
ANTICIPATION IS KILLING ME
I'VE SEEN THIS BEFORE BUT IT WAS JUST IN MY DREAMS
UNLEASH DEATH MERCILESSLY, HOMICIDE
DISMEMBERMENT
SODOMY, I FUCK YOUR LIMBLESS TORSO AND
CARVE UP YOUR CHEST
THE CLOTTED BLOOD GIVES TEXTURE TO YOUR DEATH
- My Inner Demon
Consumed by madness
Pray on the innocent
Feed the demon deep inside me
Suffer the women and children
Suffer the men not fit to be
Blood to feed the hunger for death
Blood to ease the pain for my demon
Cut open the chest cavity with hedge clippers
- Rip Her To Shreds
Insatiable lust for the deceased
Plunging my cock into every hole imaginable
Hacksaw lobotomy
Removing the brain and fucking it like there's no tomorrow
Rip her to fucking shreds
Showing her no mercy
Rip her to fucking shreds
Die! Die! Die!
- The Face Of Death
I know that you don't want it.
But that doesn't deter me from my objective.
In my cross-hairs for such a long time.
Routine memorized to benefit me.
You don't have time to pray.
As you're suddenly snatched away.
From the nightly walk you've traveled so many times before.
Tear away your clothes while hand covers hole.
- The Gorebox
Deep in the bowels of my basement.
There sits a box of goodies that excites me.
Filled up with putrid gore.
Body parts of the young and old alike.
Festering right here before me.
I murder with my conscious clear.
Soaking in the pluck of humans.
Up to my neck.
- The Ingestion Of Human-Kind
I'm raising the dead.
Children of the soil.
Meet your new life.
Feel your hunger grow.
Insatiable lust for human brains.
You're to roam the earth.
Killing off life.
This is my will.
- Waste Of Flesh
Lyrics by Shaun LaCanne
Such a sweet succulent neck.
Oh how nice it looks when my blade pierces and cuts.
Your blood spills on the floor, my cock at attention.
I'm doing the world a favor by killing you.
My eyes gleam with your suffering.
Your life has been wiped away.
- Your Nightmare Reality
Your feet are tied behind your head.
Hands tied behind your back.
Raised up cock level, suspended by meat hooks.
I gaze into the mirror behind you to witness the blood trickle down.
Down to the floor.
Looking into my eyes you'll see the madness that hides behind.
My calm demeanor misleading.
Deep inside this mind of mine, you've already been hacked to bits.