Each of us must to feed
To feed on plant or meat
But only one among all alive
Can to eat yourself till die...you!

Religion of accursed dead
Deceased owing to yourself gnawing
Black spirit extracted from beneath
Heavy pages and bloody smouldering
Lines of ritual book
Calling to tear away
Of flesh steaks and hand up on hooks
Till yourself gormandizing

Tracks of fongs on skin
And terrible wound of knife's fret
Flowing blood fron flesh hole
And steaks of body in throbing throat
It's you
One amongst them
Slave of frantic mania in lunacy realms

Tetters of bloody skin
Hanging off the deface hand
Grisly pain really feeling
Limit of pain is sign of death

Uproating veins
Tang of blood
Ceaseless eat
Yourself thug
Remains of gnawed hands wake your greed

Carnage by yours bloody fongs
Of your haggard stark stomach
Gruel from gullet bloody infesting
Yourself sacrifice as hellish torture
Lapse of reason fog in eyes
Only grisly smell of boiling blood
And lines of book spreading the vice
Calling to death at dark twilight

Get covered of wounds body
Ceaselessly bleeding and expire
Bloody bones and remains muscules shiver
Twitched body as omen of die!

Guts, released from entrails
By sharp fangs of hungry mouth
Muddy flowing from beneath
Skin and again swallowed