Nailed, Quartered, Consumed

(Music: T Gustafsson) Explorers in the further regions of pain A morbid taste for the flesh Therefore this encomium to meat Commencing the orgy of meat and blood Nothing eludes death Nailed, quartered, consumed Where screams can't be heard Nailed to the chopping block Brutally slaughtered like cattle Quartered into pieces soon to be consumed Nothing eludes death Nailed, quartered, consumed Slowly drained of blood and life Shattered scraps is all that remains Possessed by the taste of humans Consumed by the cannibal cult Nothing eludes death Nailed, quartered, consumed