[00:00.00] 作词 : Sven de Caluwé[00:01.00] 作曲 : Aborted[00:09.91]A darkened room re-opening at the stroke of twelve[00:15.11]Grim cascades of light construct a blurry image[00:20.10]The fridge-cage opens serving a putrid stiff[00:25.10]Rusted will serve up the casual plat du jour[00:29.47]Heat up the stove, my banquet commence[00:33.28]Amputate limbs,[00:36.19]Delicatesse in extremis[00:38.99]There is no taste, like human rosbeef, haute-cuisine[00:44.02]Savouring every chunk that slides down the esophague[00:48.45]Feasting on man[00:51.98]I survive reluctant and digestive[00:57.14]Sanguine, my culinary addiction[01:02.16]Just doing my part in depopulation[01:07.13]Another day, another night to rob the morgue[01:12.01]Retrieving chunks to stew what i adore[01:17.06]Exhuming chunks to flavour the casserole[01:21.84]I'm the grand chef brewfing a new brand of food[01:26.54]Feasting in man[01:29.83]I survive, reluctant, and digstive[01:35.03]Your relatives,[01:37.40]I shove down my throat[01:40.09]Feeding of hate, preying on man, cannibalism with a cause[01:45.36][Lead: Jacob] [Lead: Bart] [Lead: Jacob] [Lead: Thjis][01:45.36]Little lumps of meat -[01:49.02]Adoring the flesh[01:51.32]I eat The dead no longer alone -[01:56.24]In my belly to serve a better cause