Rotted Victims Dead victims are naked, hidden in the forest. Putrid stench of corpse, kills my breath. They're raped, stabbed and disfigured. Hundred puncture wounds infect their cunts Following the victims to the cemetery Left brutal sickness they're butchered Knife stuck in their trembling hearts I hang on the trees, their disgusting guts Throwing my wrath I dissect the flesh Feasting on outpost, while it's fresh! Mutilated defunct, filled the cemetery. Worms fuck their bodies, I'm satisfied.