Welcome to where the dead things are Flesh fresh from the womb Still warm, still kicking, still life The grief in the eyes of those who remain Nekionatalenheten The shadow of death is filling the room Nekionatalenheten Where the voice of life is put to sleep Nekionatalenheten The sun must pass the darkness rules Nekionatalenheten Where the angel of death claims its sacrifices Nekionatalenheten An institution of death Nekionatalenheten No life here only death is real Nekionatalenheten Feeling no presence only the stench of death Nekionatalenheten No escaping by life only by death As the new-born, still-born is put away 7 Babies for the beast Dissecting, selecting the best pieces Boiling the fat away Gleaming bones in disturbing shapes I shape with henzied precision Hungering for perfection I create Science and madness I reveal The secrets of the flesh