Shadows Are Astray
Andreas Evaldsson, Joakim Gustavsson, Martin Schulman
Mortification of the innocent
The odious anger remains
This is the final funeral
Buried by the dust
The dust from an ancient soul
At a inverted crucifix
Your blessed body shall rot
Your inner organs will be replaced by me
I use your body for my sickening science
My obscene autopsy of you
As I cut you limb by limb
Your body I sliced upon altar of my human
Flesh pot art
I will slowly perverted get to work
On a cadaver that is as cold as ice
Your inner organs will be replaced by me
I use your body for my sickening science
My obscene autopsy of you
As I cut you limb by limb
Draining your substance
Tearing your soul apart
Your body soon will perish
Into the void of outrageous art
I want you to enter my kingdom