Sanguine Verses ( Of Extirpation ) - Aborted

A darkened room re-opening at the stroke of twelve

Grim cascades of light construct a blurry image

The fridge-cage opens serving a putrid stiff

Rusted will serve up the casual plat du jour

Heat up the stove, my banquet commence

Amputate limbs, Delicatesse in extremis

There is no taste, like human rosbeef, haute-cuisine

Savouring every chunk that slides down the esophague

Feasting on man I survive reluctant and digestive

Sanguine, my culinary addiction

Just doing my part in depopulation

Another day, another night to rob the morgue

Retrieving chunks to stew what I adore

Exhuming chunks to flavour the casserole

I’m the grand chef brewing a new brand of food

Feasting in man I survive, reluctant, and digstive

Your relatives, I shove down my throat

Feeding of hate, preying on man, cannibalism with a cause

(Lead: Jacob)

(Lead: Bart)

(Lead: Jacob)

(Lead: Thjis)

Little lumps of meat — Adoring the flesh I eat

The dead no longer alone — In my belly to serve a better cause