Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pelt of Innocent Flesh, artist - Infant Annihilator. Album song The Elysian Grandeval Galèriarch, in the genre
Date of issue: 28.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tunecore
Song language: English
Pelt of Innocent Flesh |
Welcome to my beautiful creation where the carcasses of children suspend |
This is my slaughterhouse of sadistic faith; |
the divine cathedral of foetal skin |
Welcome to my beautiful creation: the divine cathedral of sin |
Witness my homage to perfection — an everlasting tomb of perversion |
Each pelt branded with the symbol of God |
Skin dried… the raw hide entwined |
The hooks slip through their soft, supple heads |
One by one I grab them from the heap |
Flayed 'til they’re skinless, lifeless, lubricated |
The echo of their screams sing like a gospel melody |
My mind paints a glorious picture |
As I take these lifeless children hand in hand and glide across the cathedral |
floor… |
A vulgar distraction |
My insanity morphs this reality; |
a malevolent enlightenment |
Come upon the chapel where the stench of flesh is arousing |
The children’s screams peak through the floorboards |
Erect as I walk through this manor of sin, the evisceration begins |
The conveyor belt slowly descends to harvest the purest meat for this sacred |
feast |
This vile incarnate, we gag and suffocate only to crave rape, dissect and |
mutilate |
Hell confined within the cathedral of sin |
The evisceration begins |
The conveyor belt slowly descends to harvest the purest meat for this sacred |
feast |
This vile incarnate, we gag and we suffocate only to crave rape, |
dissect and mutilate |
Dissect and mutilate |
The children’s screams peak through the floorboards |
Erect as I walk through this manor of sin |
The conveyor belt still descends |
Skinless foetus |
Pelt of newborn flesh |
Masturbating in a pelt of innocent flesh while beating this severed foetus sack |
Drenched in anal leakage, this mess is putrid |
Menstrual infatuation |
As I force this infant period I have created with my own fist |
In an effort to taste her reproductive system |
Between my filthy, crooked teeth |
The hooks slip through their soft, supple heads |
One by one I grab them from the heap |
Flayed 'til they’re skinless, lifeless, lubricated |
The echo of their screams sing like a gospel melody |
Conscious and innocent, the dwindling living serve but one desire: |
orgasmic satisfaction |
Forced toddler insemination |
Witness my homage to rape |
Each pelt branded with the symbol of God |
I am the priest of infanticide |
Welcome to my hell |