Impetigo - Breakfast At The Manchester Morgue Lyrics
Returned from the hunt, armed to the teethReturn triumphant to my village, my village is asleepThe cool night air inspires me, my lust I can't controlI select a captured mate in silence, to the altar we go...I like to eat *****, I like to eat fishI'd like to eat your entrails, this cannibal's favorite dishYou are my bethroded, my white blond queenI lie you to wall of wote and make love to your spleen!Your mine forever, you breathe your lastRitual marriage, my love for you is castOur union consume-mated, your organs I stickYour blood in my mouth, your blood on my prick