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• Artiste: Mortem
• Titre: Amputator
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All began from maturation Limbs are swollen The black arms and black legs You suffer from your body torture My patient needs amputation I like to see unbearable pain The tears drops from your eyes You think of me that I'm a butcher Limbs putrifaction need amputation Prepare my tools the catling and saw Pus seeps through your necrosed skin Dehydrated turning green You tremble with fear exite me I like it. My knife stabs into your skin Incise your flesh on the arm Your black blood splashes me Rotting liquid from your cut Gashes off making stench Rotten yellow slime intermixed with blood Drooling on the table Your scream enrages me Saw your septic bones away from flesh Take your carved arm in my hands Throw it in the heap of stumps They call me amputator Begining to saw another arm swollen with pus Pain in your eyes Then I saw your decayed blackened legs With dead skin Your amputated limbs discharging the infection Green and yellow matter Flowing out from under heap You're lying on the cart You are looking like a chump Without arms and legs but you're alive Putrid remains I must burn down Smoke in the room, malodorous reek You think of me that I'm a butcher They call me amputator