.[music: Tocha / lyrics: Cyjan]
The sound of the breaking bones,
Smell of fresh, warm flesh,
You catch your victim,
Feast of the slaughter.
His empty eyesockets excrete remains of brain,
Like a soulless butcher you destroy element of life.
Like a professiona.
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