I was born with a birthmark of cinders   Debris cast from the stars and mother   A ring of bright slaughter, I spat in the waters   Of life that ran slick from the stab wounds in her      Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead   The bone saw on the backseat   On this bitter night of giving head   A sharp rear entry, an exit in red   Lump in the throat, on my come choke   The killing joke worn thin with breath      I grew up on the sluts bastard father beat blue   Keepsake cunts cut full out easing puberty through      Nostalgia grows   Now times nine or ten   Within this vice den called a soul   Dying resurrection   I dig deep to come again   The spasm of orgasm on a roll      I live the slow serrated rape   The bucks fizz of amyl nitrate   Victims force fed their own face   Tear stains upon the drape   I should compare them   To a warm Summer's day   But to the letter, it is better   To lichen their names to a grave      Counting my years on an abacus strung   With labial rings and heartstrings undone      Dub me Lord Abortion, the living dead   The bone saw on the backseat   On this bitter night of giving head   A sharp rear entry, an exit in red   Lump in the throat, on my come choke   The killing joke worn thin with breath      Horrorscopes my diorama   A twelve part psychodrama   Another chained I mean to harm her   Inside as well as out   A perverts gasp inside the mask   I'm hard, blow my house of cards   All turn up Death, her bleeding starts   In brute vermilion parts      Now I slither through the hairline cracks   In sanity, best watch your back      Possessed with levering Hell's gates wide   Liberating knives to cut humanity slack      My ambition is to slay anon   A sinner in the hands of a dirty God   Who lets me prey, a Gilles De Rais   Of light where faith leads truth astray      I slit guts and free the moistest facces   Corrupt the corpse and seize the choicest pieces   Her alabaster limbs that dim the lit carnal grin   Vaginal skin to later taste and masturbate within      My heart was a war drum beat   By jugular cults in eerie jungle vaults   When number thirteen fell in my lap   Lips and skin like sin, a Venus Mantrap   My appetite whetted, storm crows wheeled   At the blurred edges or reason 'til I was fulfilled   Whors d'oeuvres eaten, I tucked her into   A grave coffin fit for the Queen of   She went out like the light in my mind   Her face an avalanche of pearl, of ruby wine   Much was a flux, but the mouth once good for fucks   Came from retirement to prove she had not lost her touch   I kissed her viciously, maliciously, religiously   But when has one been able to best separate the three?   I know I'm sick as Dahmer did, but this is what I do   Ah, ah, ah, I'll let you sleep when I am through   You fucking whore   Yeah, you fucking whore      Yeah   The stranglehold, the opened arms   Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred   The stranglehold, the opened arms   Seeking sweet meat with no holes barred      Rainbows that my razors wrung   Midst her screams and seams undone   Sung at the top of punctured lungs   I bite my spiteful tongue   Lest curses spat from primal lairs   Freeze romance where Angels, bare   Are lost to love, blood loss, despair   I weep, they merely stare   And stare, and stare, and stare, and stare      Greetings you 'orrible lot   This next song is dedicated to the might Sabbat   Who are making their return shortly   And more recently   Got us fucking cuntopsed last evening   Thank you very much lads