
Date of issue: 11.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Plate Xii |
A little unpainted wooden house remote from travelled ways |
Two hundred years and more it have leaned or squatted there |
Small-paned windows still stare shockingly |
Twisted in a reverie of memories of unutterable things |
Lost in the fields, caught by the storm |
Tried the door, knocking |
Unpleasant crudeness, secrets forgotten |
Bound in leather, there lies the book |
Plate XII, gruesome details |
The butcher’s shop of the cannibal Anziques |
Plate XII, repellent gastronomy |
Old, white-bearded and ragged, he inspires wonder and respect |
Strong, stout, with bloodshot eyes, inexplicably keen and burning |
«Glad you had the sense to come right in» |
The incongruous host said, motioning the frightened me to a chair |
The book falls open, speech growing thicker |
«This is sinful, I suppose» |
Chopped bodies, tickling my blood |
Shocking ecstasy, killing the sheep |
Plate XII, gruesome details |
The butcher’s shop of the cannibal Anziques |
Plate XII, repellent gastronomy |
The picture makes me hungry for victuals I cannot raise nor buy |
They say meat makes bones and flesh, and gives you new life |
A man can live longer and longer |
Splattering impact, the rain is not red |
A small red spattering glistens on the page |
Lending vividness to the horror below |
To the horror below |
Plate XII, gruesome details |
The butcher’s shop of the cannibal Anziques |
Plate XII, repellent gastronomy |
Plate XII, Plate XII |
Plate XII, loathsome repellent |
Name | Year |
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Sex Machine | 2019 |
Promised Unheaven | 2013 |
Premature Burial | 2013 |
Let the Vultures Sing Our Deeds | 2013 |
Blind Fiends of the Ancient Evil | 2013 |
Manifest of Chaos | 2013 |
Closing the Gates | 2013 |
Glory to My Enemy | 2013 |