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 wont 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 Ill bring him to his knees
His heart must be grilled
then my mission will be fulfilled
Ill 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 its 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!
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Skallargrim's music, last updated : October 31, 2009
