Pelt Of Innocent Flesh
(专辑: The Elysian Grandeval Galèriarch - 2016)
Welcome to my beautiful creation where the
carcasses of children suspend. This is my slaughterhouse of sadistic faith; the
divine cathedral of foetal skin. Welcome to my beautiful creation: the
divine cathedral of sin. Witness my homage to perfection – an everlasting tomb of perversion. Each pelt branded with the
symbol of God. Skin dried... the
raw hide entwined. The
hooks slip through their soft, supple heads. One by one I
grab them from the
heap. Flayed 'til they're skinless, lifeless, lubricated. The
echo of their screams sing like a
gospel melody. My mind paints a
glorious picture As I
take these lifeless children hand in hand and glide across the
cathedral floor... A
vulgar distraction. My insanity morphs this reality; a
malevolent enlightenment. Come upon the
chapel where the
stench of flesh is arousing. The
children's screams peak through the
floorboards. Erect as I
walk through this manor of sin, the
evisceration begins. The
conveyor belt slowly descends to harvest the
purest meat for this sacred feast. This vile incarnate, we gag and suffocate only to crave rape, dissect and mutilate. Hell confined within the
cathedral of sin. The
evisceration begins. The
conveyor belt slowly descends to harvest the
purest meat for this sacred feast. This vile incarnate, we gag and we suffocate only to crave rape, dissect and mutilate. Dissect and mutilate. The
children's screams peak through the
floorboards. Erect as I
walk through this manor of sin The
conveyor belt still descends Skinless foetus. Pelt of newborn flesh. Masturbating in a
pelt of innocent flesh while beating this severed foetus sack. Drenched in anal leakage, this mess is putrid. Menstrual infatuation As I
force this infant period I
have created with my own fist In an effort to taste her reproductive system Between my filthy, crooked teeth. The
hooks slip through their soft, supple heads. One by one I
grab them from the
heap. Flayed 'til they're skinless, lifeless, lubricated. The
echo of their screams sing like a
gospel melody. Conscious and innocent, the
dwindling living serve but one desire: orgasmic satisfaction. Forced toddler insemination. Witness my homage to rape. Each pelt branded with the
symbol of God. I
am the
priest of infanticide. Welcome to my hell.