You are bored of the world you stay You want to escape away You choose the Lamarchand's box But you realize you've made a lapse
And here now before you - Bodies - parted, ripped Craving for souls and fleshes bitten
Here is the box in your hands To change your future days But at the gates of doom You realize the fraud soon
Your heart, your soul are ripped at all And gore from your sore core Splashed brains and bloody chains Trapped soul, eternal gall Pierced head with nails Thirstily staring at you You are its pleasure And dinner born from your own flesh
Hooks tearing your flesh Your blood spills everywhere Watching rotten guts there Living in endless nightmare
