Welcome to where the dead things are  Flesh fresh from the womb  Still warm, still kicking, still life..  The grief in the eyes of those who remain    Nekionatalenheten  -the shadow of death is filling the room  Nekionatalenheten  -where the voice of life is put to sleep  Nekionatalenheten  -the sun must pass the darkness rules  Nekionatalenheten  -where the angel of death claims it's sacrifices    Nekionatalenheten  -an institution of death  Nekionatalenheten  -no life here only death is real  Nekionatalenheten  -feeling no presence only the stench of death  Nekionatalenheten  -no escaping by life only by death    As the new-born, still-born is put away  7 babies for the beast  Dissecting, selecting the best pieces    Boiling the fat away   Gleaming bones in disturbing shapes  I shape with henzied precision  Hungering for perfection    I create  Science and madness  I reveal  The secrets of the flesh.