Take the heads from the cemetery, the Headless bodies are buried No use for the spine or meat, cut off the Hands and feet The axe hacks through the head, total Desecration of the dead Corpses decapitated in their sleep, taken From it's cold and safe keep
Put them in a pile Deep down in my home A pile of skulls
Skinning the head from the skin, slicing The flesh really thin Cleaning blood from the skull, the water Is red of blood I want perfection in my collection, the Teeth must shine Empty skull from vital organs, another Piece for my pile
Deep and dark holes that was once filled With joy Pointing out the eyes, give them away As a toy Stench is hideous from the pile of skulls That is so old Collected by a man that is so cold
