Flesh... Is What I Need

Once there were only remains
a corpse without a form
no skin and hair just naked flesh
too weak to gasp for air
i cant even move myself
my legs are still too weak
to get back my human figure
i make a fiendish pact

You kill for me and i won´t eat you
so do your job do it now and do it good

I send out instructions to kill and
bring me the bodies - brutally slaughtered
to quench my thirst i drink their blood from
the thorax with a cup - fleshly consumed
heads are hammered fingers sliced off flesh
is stripped from the bones - brutally slaughtered
open stomach tons of guts celebration
with fresh blood - aaarrrggghhh !!

A pick axe flies through the air
penetrating the man´s chest
blood pups from the fatal womb
and the gore continues to spurt