Lyrics Professional Human Butchery - Extirpating The Infected‎

Professional Human Butchery

I was called for another job
Not the name of the responsible person
Only have to do it
Someone gives me an address and I will
Not leave any signs
This time is different
Because the body is still alive, so wished
Want to suffer, you know what to expect
He doesn’t want to die at first
I got it, cut
Gloves, a gown and several metal instruments
Are my tools
Starting with the fingers that are always easy
Cries of pain that stop the shock
Deeds of flesh
I got it, cut
Gloves, a gown and several metal instruments
Are my tools
Starting with the fingers that are always easy
Cries of pain that stop the shock
Deeds of flesh
The sin
Deeds of flesh
Stain my blood and bone saw
Pain and screams ring my ears
Stop the bleeding and continue
Who did not die at first
One foot is next in my list
His eyes are wide open and not blinking
I do not know if he is still alive
The saw cuts well
Tendons, muscles and bones
Are seperated
Next part is viscera and the haemorrhage is full
The smell is unbearable and the victim is closing
The eyes