Texty:
Mortician Mortician

I get old I heard you on the telephone moaning my doom A cold woman will kill me in a darkened room The chain-saw of the mortician shines I still got

I love necrophilia Slice the rotten flesh Suck on the entrails The sweet scent of death Ripping back the meat And fucking whats within You shit as I

Prophecy Death unleashed World explodes Cause unknown Blood red sky Humans fry Boiling earth No rebirth Brutal deaths Melting flesh Genocide Billions

Burning cities Rotting bodies Random killing Corpses burning Sickening plagues Living decay Charcoaled bodies Flesh is rotting Baron wastelands Millions

Held captive by a group of thugs Intent to kill and lust for blood Terrorize and rape the victims Rage unfolds its time for revenge Hunting down the

Awakened from the damp cold grave Centuries undead the coffin's slave Hungering for taste of mortal blood Hands breaking through the rotted wood Tearing

Broken bodies Dead and dying Mangled corpses Rotting organs Heads stuck on stakes Bashed in rib cages Severed fingers Mutilation Mass cremation Flesh

Roaming in the darkness Need to fill the bloodlust Searching for the victims Hunger for the killing Hammer swinging quickly Smashing through the thick

Mangled bodies Mutilation Rotting Corpses Burned and tortured Faces of horror Horrifying Brutal killing Massive bloodshed Chopped and beheaded Savage