Текст песни Soul Collector - Gutted Corpses

Waned light in the night.
In the eyes of the people I see death and Hell
and with them a strong stench of rotted meat
I smell it every time,
I dig new graves.
while the living are sleeping.
I chisel open the coffins,
and the wild stench of rotting flesh
sends me to Hell.

I bite into the corpse with my teeth.
The flesh from it's face replinshes my taste.
Extrude the eyes.
I love the taste.
Ripping the stringy tissue while chewing the muscles
Gutted corpse.

I break their skulls and take out their brains.
They trickles through my fingers, unforgetable smell.
I cut to pieces the rotting corpse.
I chew on bones and riven veins.
Perfection!

The death of my friends
Each day it brings me new food
And to her I am grateful
that I am still alive

The sun rises.
Tomorrow will bring a new meal.
I will not be fed ever
I will not be fed ever.