Den Of The Picquerist (исполнитель: The Black Dahlia Murder)

Slicing, stabbing, hacking, maiming,
Shredding, severing, rearraging.
Mincing, dicing, mutilating,
Surpassing mere dreams or [bad word] 
Flowers of flesh and blood,
Enthralling [bad word] skin,
An empty easel appalling.
Dismemberment is my expression,
This weapon is my  phallic.
My every [bad word] gaining an entrance to the red.
Your blood, your blood,
Your blood is what I need,
The sight, the smell, the taste of it,
Beside myself with glee.
Posing your body to humiliate,
Beyond recognition my knives perforate,
Den of the picquerist.
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