Trembling soft skin wrapping
shuddering warm flesh
blood pulsating through the veins
Tool insertion
science not perversion
the end result justifies the pain
Twisted human flesh
lovely smell of death
the sight of naked skin
the treasures deep within
The colour of the blood
every curve and cavity
morbid f*ckin' lust
smell of death is what I need
Don't you mind the never ending
f*cking killing aich
just you think of what a damned
good looking corpse you'll make
Substances injected
glands and blood infected
gasolin and peroxide
Sharp cold steel cuts through the skin
revealed is the within
the chest is open wide
Twisted human flesh
lovely smell of death
the sight of naked skin
the treasures deep within
The colour of the blood
every curve and cavity
morbid f*ckin' lust
smell of death is what I need
Sliced down into the finest
see-through shiny meat red leafs
you have proven how damn beautyfull
a corps can be
Clitoris, liver and brain
desict, sliver and maim
pincer and razorblade
Samples, jars, neat labels
plastic bags and containers
photographs of every slain
Twisted human flesh
lovely smell of death
the sight of naked skin
the treasures deep within
The colour of the blood
every curve and cavity
morbid f*ckin' lust
smell of death is what I need
To wash the blood off
of my damned hands
to get them realy clean
I'd need to f*ckin' wash them endlessly
Bathory - Necroticus Lyrics
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Trembling soft skin wrapping
shuddering warm flesh
blood pulsating through the veins
Tool insertion
science not perversion
the end result justifies the pain
Twisted human flesh
lovely smell of death
the sight of naked skin
the treasures deep within
The colour of the blood
every curve and cavity
morbid f*ckin' lust
smell of death is what I need
Don't you mind the never ending
f*cking killing aich
just you think of what a damned
good looking corpse you'll make
Substances injected
glands and blood infected
gasolin and peroxide
Sharp cold steel cuts through the skin
revealed is the within
the chest is open wide
Twisted human flesh
lovely smell of death
the sight of naked skin
the treasures deep within
The colour of the blood
every curve and cavity
morbid f*ckin' lust
smell of death is what I need
Sliced down into the finest
see-through shiny meat red leafs
you have proven how damn beautyfull
a corps can be
Clitoris, liver and brain
desict, sliver and maim
pincer and razorblade
Samples, jars, neat labels
plastic bags and containers
photographs of every slain
Twisted human flesh
lovely smell of death
the sight of naked skin
the treasures deep within
The colour of the blood
every curve and cavity
morbid f*ckin' lust
smell of death is what I need
To wash the blood off
of my damned hands
to get them realy clean
I'd need to f*ckin' wash them endlessly
shuddering warm flesh
blood pulsating through the veins
Tool insertion
science not perversion
the end result justifies the pain
Twisted human flesh
lovely smell of death
the sight of naked skin
the treasures deep within
The colour of the blood
every curve and cavity
morbid f*ckin' lust
smell of death is what I need
Don't you mind the never ending
f*cking killing aich
just you think of what a damned
good looking corpse you'll make
Substances injected
glands and blood infected
gasolin and peroxide
Sharp cold steel cuts through the skin
revealed is the within
the chest is open wide
Twisted human flesh
lovely smell of death
the sight of naked skin
the treasures deep within
The colour of the blood
every curve and cavity
morbid f*ckin' lust
smell of death is what I need
Sliced down into the finest
see-through shiny meat red leafs
you have proven how damn beautyfull
a corps can be
Clitoris, liver and brain
desict, sliver and maim
pincer and razorblade
Samples, jars, neat labels
plastic bags and containers
photographs of every slain
Twisted human flesh
lovely smell of death
the sight of naked skin
the treasures deep within
The colour of the blood
every curve and cavity
morbid f*ckin' lust
smell of death is what I need
To wash the blood off
of my damned hands
to get them realy clean
I'd need to f*ckin' wash them endlessly
Writer: QUORTHON
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Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group