Nekronatalenheten - 1349

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

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-the shadow of death is filling the room

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-where the voice of life is put to sleep

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-the sun must pass the darkness rules

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-where the angel of death claims its sacrifices

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-an institution of death

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-no life here only death is real

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-feeling no presence only the stench of death

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-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.