From deep in the vault comes the sound of flesh cleaving, Limbs are sawed off

as mourners are bereaving, Sarcophagi splattered with offal and bile, Tripe

drips down the walls of this crypt now defiled... Sepulchural slaughter... I

slaughter my meal with sublime expertise, A mad butcher quite adept at my

trade, Organs ground to pulp, to serve, chew and gulp, Now on my block your

head is laid, Slaughtering the deadstock I chop, Fromaldehyde oozes on the

floor, Mangled limbs are hacked til they drop Leaving nothing but pure rotten

gore... The blade is sawing the flesh that's for gnawing, Tender morsels of

this human entre', The saw that is slicing my meal so enticing, Is a tool that

I've used to slay... The crumbling casket now conatins, Just graven gore and

splattered remains, Intestines strewn throughout the site, A grisly massacre,

the last fucking rite... Sepulchural slaughter...