Roaming in Meanders of Human Lunacy
Now In your stalker's venomous grasp
Smothered in Possessive Psychopathy
Soon You'll let out your final gasp
Sticking the steel in as blood jets
Sliding into flesh like a scorpion's sting
Barbarously Carving into the bare chest
Pulsating heart ripped out in a violent swing
Sneaking in the villa, waiting at night
Surging briskly from behind the curtains
Tearing at the trachea, while gripping you tight
Let the body fall in the blood stains
Keep my grave open
I'll take many more with me
Fever dreams, macabre and Sanguinary
Compulsive Need to Slowly Torture
Razor-Slashed in a Jealous Frenzy
In a Repulsive Chase for Carnal Pleasure
supported by 6 fans who also own “An Open Grave, An Empty Coffin a.k.a. Helen's Cadaver Won't Leave Me in Peace”
This is so much like Morbid Angel, it's uncanny. In fact, it's better than anything Morbid Angel has put out in years. Bone-crushing and bleak, it's reminiscent of Gateways to Annihilation. fyeahmetal