Skallargrim

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Verse:

I … grab his malformed head
then I slice his face
I use his head … as a fucking gory vase
I place … flowers in my vase
But soon they rot and stink
frustrated … I ram his head .. down a sink

His torso … now becomes a part
of my nasty art
formed into a mesh (a sculpture made from flesh)
But … in my gallery of gore
There is still place for more
I need one final part … a human heart!

Chorus:

A tower … of fleshy clay
the smell … of decay
the gallery … on display
despair … portrayed

Pale skin … on my creation
frustration … bits won’t fit
the secret … it lies within
my sadistic … formation

I have searched for many days
for a victim to set ablaze
He must be suitable to my needs
then I’ll bring him to his knees

His heart must be grilled
then my mission will be fulfilled
I’ll place his heart atop my art
Grisly charcoal makes a whole

Verse:

His feet … formless and bleeding
the rats are now feeding
his nose, detached … it’s hanging from a rack
An axe … buried in his back
His body I must hack
I have to separate … cut off his nut sack

A puzzle … each piece has its place
his balls next to his face
placed on his ribcage … a pelvis forms the base
But … in my gallery of gore
There is still place for more
I need one final part … a human heart!