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Bastard, motherfucker… you are a son of a bitch

In the underworld… in the darkness you deal

In secrecy, human organs stained with blood

Gory, putrid, and thirsty… all the human waste

To dismember them, and to trade

Organs by organs, the cycle of the death

Filthy money, blood of servants

Butcher of purulent blood

Organs deled without scrupulous

I have killed too, in a savage way

Stabbing a lot, I’m a servant of death

I’m haywire, gutted too

Butcher of purulent flesh, appalling them to hack off

A secret slaughter-house, a cold room with corpses

Carving the flesh in pieces, the yellowish color

Of the purulent corpses, hanging, trepanning

Stabbing, grinding, disemboweling

Brains in the floor, eyes in the floor, tongues in boxes

Lungs stained with blood, brains in the floor

Eyes in the floor, tongues in boxes

Lungs stained with blood…

Hearts… guts… kidney… gore

…and all the concerning to the fucking corpse

…and all the concerning to the fucking corpse

To dismember them, in different ways

Organs by organs, we’re gonna kill them

Several children, running away

When they look at our knives

Trying to avoid us in the fog

I’m behind a child, he has been ambushed

We are ready, to decapitate him

He is just a child, but will die

Before midnight, it’s our best work

Bastard motherfucker, I’m here because

I have preferred, to be your servant

In secrecy, killing people like a work

I didn’t want to die in your perverse hands

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