Today as well that loathsome bastard`s
Hateful sound rips through my ears
A tumor in my chest like an obstruction
Tightens its grip around my throat
As tentacles burst out from my skull
Ripping through the skin of my chest and tearing my muscles
Impaled in the tumor
Fresh crimson blood spattered in all directions celebrating this ritual
This tumor, like the fair breast of a woman,melts
Flowing out together with my internal organs
Smiles return to their faces and they begin to piss on my chest
At the height of my shrieking, my vocal chords are ripped out and
Hammered into my skull
Coming down from that peak
Grabbig the hand that is probing my skull and preparing to leave that place
Willingly offering my flesh