Ritual Killing - Debauchery

Don’t need your religious killings

Won’t see animals blood spilling

'Got my own religious killings

Fucked up human blood spilling

I take you at the leg

Nearly break your back

Many small cuttings

On the ground blood drippings

Spiked on the meathook

You’ve got an upside down look

I beat you with the club

From your wounds spill blood

Ritual killing

Slowly your life fades away

I’m waiting for your death if I may

I cut your bowls out

Warm intestines all about

Mutilated, dissected

Bloodless, sickening mess

Carcass roasted — Time to feed

Now I will take my meal

Ritual killing