They curse the day
   When I was born
   Mentally deranged
   Fits of raving madness
   Immolate beyond the grave
  
   Celebrate and enjoy
   The thrusts with my knife
   The way you feel
   Is the way you will die
   You think you're dead
   But you're just skinned alive
  
   I hear you cry
   But slow and sure
   Your skin will be my toy
   Death becomes
   Second nature to me
   My heart expands with joy
  
   Celebrate and enjoy
   The thrusts with my knife
   The way you feel
   Is the way you will die
   You think you're dead
   But you're just skinned alive
  
   Liquidation and supreme sacrifice
   Deeply afflicted faces
   Appetising body odour
   Anguish but rest in pieces
  
   Celebrate and enjoy
   The thrusts with my knife
   The way you feel
   Is the way you will die
   You think you're dead
   But you're just skinned alive