They curse the day   When I was born   Mentally deranged   Fits of raving madness   Immolate beyond the grave      Celebrate and enjoy   The thrusts with my knife   The way you feel   Is the way you will die   You think you're dead   But you're just skinned alive      I hear you cry   But slow and sure   Your skin will be my toy   Death becomes   Second nature to me   My heart expands with joy      Celebrate and enjoy   The thrusts with my knife   The way you feel   Is the way you will die   You think you're dead   But you're just skinned alive      Liquidation and supreme sacrifice   Deeply afflicted faces   Appetising body odour   Anguish but rest in pieces      Celebrate and enjoy   The thrusts with my knife   The way you feel   Is the way you will die   You think you're dead   But you're just skinned alive