Текст песни When Hatred Becomes Torture

Ruthless, smashing the brains of my enemy
Sadistic, enjoying the laments of agony
Atrocity, I feed myself now with his suffering

His weeping eyes searching for human aid
I break his neck but they keep looking at me
A life has ended and with it expires a revenge

Suddenly, I'm not alone in this rotten place
At my feet lie a thousand cadavers
I walk on them and the thrill increases inside my being

Only death has provoked my unmeasurable hate
The torture begins unto them

I feel excitement with fallen whores - necrophile
I fuck them while I'm grinding with my weapon their entrails

Footpath of pain, abstract dimensions,
a mental disturbance with thirst for death

Through my skin I emanate dregs, the next station - devastation.
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I wear putrefaction

Hundreds of bodies ablaze, bloody dramatized
Mortal entertainment. I'm in the audience victimized
Inside of them there's a reflection,
just a result of my sexual frustration

Infected with madness, the morbus increase with the ripped stiffs

Triumphant entrance, the butchery in front of me (my tiny relief)
A slaughterhouse refuges me, its maternal pit caresses me
Exhaustive tranquillity

Ruthless
Sadistic
Atrocity

Virulence
Sadism
Malignancy

Live in me.