"You write very murder-fuck things." Lux 2018
"My art, to bring demise
My skill, it is necessity
My will, exists through time
It's my rite, to rid this world of life
My presence means demise
I relinquish kings of power
My course to disassemble life
To embellish while you cower
I am proof that all denied
Was scripted for all to know this
Thus all who closed their eyes
Will pray now to have witnessed this" Morbid Angel ~ "Architect and Iconoclast"
"Imprisoned and entombed within the makeshift oven.
No escaping from slowly roasting like a fucking pig.
Claustrophobia and suffocation sets in.
Skin begins to blister as nerve endings melt away.
Now the heat intensifies the pain becomes unbearable.
Smoke and stench of broiling human meat permeates
from its nostrils.
Calefaction with no mercy - Feeling your own flesh sizzle.
With every movement inside the hot belly you're greeted with a hiss." Devourment ~ "Sculpted in Tyranny"
"Laying out the tools of his trade
Scalpel, ice-pick and drill
Subject securely restrained
Electroshock is engaged
Prepare for the final phase
Ominous nefarious completely insane
Doctor Butcher and his dungeon of death
Unorthodox therapies performed on the brain
Prolific practitioner of pain" Cannibal Corpse ~ Icepick Lobotomy
"For God your soul, for me your flesh
I think that's a fair bargain
For me your flesh, for me your bones
For me your brain and your entrails
I'll prepare you, you got my word of honor
You will look nearly alive
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
Don't be afraid I'll prevent it" Pungent Stench ~ "For God Your Soul, For Me Your Flesh"