Repulsive Impulses

Macabre rituals, insane minds
Rotten bodies, pieces of bones
Morbid intentions, dilacerated entrails
Try to feel a little bit of pain
The blood runs in your veins
Induced by harmful substances
Drop by drop it is sucked from yourself
Cry in pain
Don't run, is its destiny
We want your blood now
Listen to our laughters
Watching your total pain