1. |
Head Chef
04:50
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Death is my business, I wish/seek to perfect death
Death is my business, slowly cutting of your head
Slowly cutting of your head
Hung
Dry aged, puckered holes in place of eyes
Dead
Human, a flavour that can never die
Hair
Removed, nothing but perfection here
Skin
Crispy, crunch with every bite you chew
Salt
Salting down the fucking brain
Tongue
Removed, no more screams of pain
Teeth
Plucked out, gums are on display
Lips
Sliced off, decay will pave the way
Death!
Head
Collected, years of experience robbing the grave
Chef
Minted, obscene the price you will pay for this dish
Boiled head
In the shed
Not one person, ever sees me
Brought to work
Mystery meat
Can you taste the Head Chef’s secret?
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2. |
Autopsy Cannelloni
03:37
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Guzzln’ Blood
Blood!
Guzzle BLOOD!
Buried in decay
I WAS CURSED x2
From the light of day
LOCKED AWAY x2
But there was a price
PAY THE PRICE x2
Endless pints of blood
PINTS OF BLOOD! X2
4000 years in my tomb
4 billion pints they said I could not consume
I proved them wrong once again
Lust for more blood has never truly left my heart
I’ll pour it down my neck
Until there is nothing left but the dead
A thirst eternal, hatred supernal, I will drink my way, way past the grave!
4000 years in my tomb
4 billion pints they said I could not consume
I proved them wrong once again
Lust for more blood has never truly left my heart
Chug it
Chug it
Send it
Down
Guzzle
Guzzle
Guzzling
Blood!
Blood!
Guzzle BLOOD!
Blood flows down my throat
I will never choke
The gleam in my eye as drain another pint dry
Means I can never die
4000 years in my tomb
4 billion pints they said I could not consume
I proved them wrong once again
Lust for more blood has never truly left my heart
Chug it
Chug it
Send it
Down
Guzzle
Guzzle
Guzzling
Blood!
Chug it
Chug it
Send it
Down
Guzzle
Guzzle
Guzzling
Blood!
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Murder King
Murder King
You will buy it
Murder king
you will eat it
Murder king
Mince machine
Murder King
You will buy it
Murder king
you will eat it
Murder king
Human Meat
Food!
It doesn’t really matter where it comes from
As long as it comes in a pretty package
Meat!
It doesn’t really matter where it comes from
As long as it’s processed, delicious to eat
The Royale with cheese!
You will buy it
You will eat it
Pickles on the side
Slab of meat
Adverts sold you this tasty treat
You will buy it
You will eat it
Pickles on the side
Slab of meat
Adverts sold you this tasty treat
The Royale with cheese!
Food!
It doesn’t really matter where it comes from
As long as it comes in a pretty package
Meat!
It doesn’t really matter where it comes from
As long as it’s processed, delicious to eat
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5. |
Refried Brains
05:24
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Refried Brains
Refry
We fried your brains
Refry
Refry your brain
More murder
More murder
Seen eating, your biting in, you do not know the cause
For the end, is yet to come, apparent to your flaws
Mustard coming
Salt and pepper
Mustard coming, seasoning upon your brain
Masticating
Salivating
Masticating, chewing with cerebral pain
Refry
We fried your brains
Refry
Refry your brain
Munch away, from the fray, utter bliss in eating
Your salivating, I am hating
Your salivating, right to hate
Don’t fuck with me, I’ll eat your tea
Dinner is your brain matter x2
Doesn’t bother me, she or he
There going down my gullet
Doesn’t bother me, she or he
I’ll cook them just like mullet
Fry
Die
Welcoming to the ending of your ending
Welcome to the ending of your brain x2
More murder
More murder
Funny how the voices said to me to fry your brains once for tea
Funny how I told them no I won’t I will refry dreckly
Welcoming to the ending of your ending
Welcome to the ending of your brain x2
Flounder there’s no free
You are what is for my tea
Escape? Way to late
You’ve gone and done it now
Scoop
Scooping out the skull
Drool
You barely fucking crawl away
Mess
Death
Time to pay you piece of meat, I’ve barley begun I’ll start with your feet
I’ve decided to eat you all, then I’ll refry your brains!
Refry
We fried your brains
Refry
Refry your brain
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6. |
Blended Head
04:30
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Blended Head
Traitor
Murder
Liar
You’ll Die
Take the rotten code, you will see just what it means
Bloody oath upon your soul, treachery will be repaid
My oath is set in stone, I will never be alone
Once you’re in, that is it, you keep our secrets to the end
Traitor
Murder
Liar
You’ll Die
Betray us
You’ll see
Why we’re
Feared
We’ll blend your head
Until you’re dead
Dead!
Dead!
Hold him down boys
He has flipped
Hold him down that piece of shit
I told you not to wag your tongue
Now your head belongs to us
We own your head
We’ll blend your head
We’ll blend your head
Until you’re dead
Dead!
Dead!
Hold him down boys
He has flipped
Hold him down that piece of shit
I told you not to wag your tongue
Now your head belongs to us
Into the blender your head goes
Legs kick as face explodes
Bits of skull and brain splatter us
Entire head is fucking mush
Blood and gore, drive him in more
Useless cocksucker, fucking die
Tongue ripped out, oesophagus crushed
Just a stump against the blade
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7. |
Deadroast
03:51
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Dead Roast
Fire up the oven
There is no other way
Gas mark death
You are destined for the flames
Horrid piece of meat
With my knife you can’t compete
Horror becomes you
Collecting meals for my feast
Terror, neighbourhood
Fear me like the way you should
Cooking, is my art
Human flesh forever
Dead Roast
Roast Dead
From the grave to the plate
Murder tastes delicious
Tied you up or dug you up, it doesn’t make much difference
You are destined for the flames, until your skin is crispy x2
To kill you now would be a real fucking treat yeah!
To cook you know will be a real fucking treat yeah!
To eat you know be real fucking treat yeah!
From the grave to the plate!
To kill you now would be a real fucking treat yeah!
To cook you know will be a real fucking treat yeah!
To eat you know be real fucking treat yeah!
From the grave to the plate!
Dead bodies cooked!
Dead bodies eaten!
From the grave to the plate
My oven it is filled with hate
From grave to the plate
Not one soul left walking!
From the grave to the plate
My oven it is filled with hate
Piece of meat I like to eat
Murder is delicious!
Dead bodies we will eat!
Dead bodies we will eat!
Dead Roast
Roast Dead
From the grave to the plate
Murder tastes delicious
Suffering in misery, suffering in ecstasy
As your toes turn black, there is no turning back
Roasting in misery, roasting in ecstasy
As your body bubbles, my hunger only grows
To kill you now would be a real fucking treat yeah!
To cook you know will be a real fucking treat yeah!
To eat you know be real fucking treat yeah!
From the grave to the plate!
To kill you now would be a real fucking treat yeah!
To cook you know will be a real fucking treat yeah!
To eat you know be real fucking treat yeah!
I’ll eat your bones and all!
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8. |
1st Prize Chilli
02:45
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1st Prize Chilli
Hack, hack, hack and a stab, stab, hack
Collection for the dish, you do not want to miss
Stack, pack, stab back, still a murmuring
Quiet I’ve hundreds of mouths to feed
Prepare meat, there’s so much meat, bones
Don’t forget the feet, so much tender meat
Meat, bones, meat, bones, So much more meat!
Murder is exhausting, yet we’ve got to eat!
Take it, I’ll bake it and cook it for hours
Meat, bones, meat, bones, meet the flavour
Can’t make a chilli without cracking some heads!
Take it, I’ll bake it and cook it for hours
Meat, bones, meat, bones, meet the flavour
Can’t make a chilli without cracking some heads!
There is no secret
Just add more, more meat
There is no secret
To my 1st prize chilli!
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9. |
Shoved In The Oven
04:16
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Shoved In The Oven
Shoved in the oven
Temperatures rising
Flames igniting
Blood on my blade
It’s Just another day, to kill, to cook, to cook, to kill, to cook
Chains around their fucking necks
Leading them to death
It’s Just another day, to cook, to kill, to kill, to cook, to kill!
Shoved in the oven
Dreary faces, turn to fear
Once the flames appear
Trembling at the knees
It’s Just another day, to kill, to cook, to cook, to kill, to cook
Line of chains I pull it tight,
First one kicked into the flames
It’s Just another day, to kill, to cook, to kill!
Shoved in the oven
Screams
They can be heard
Flames
They rise with hate
Souls
Are nicely baked
Fear
You are next in line
Hell
It is yet to dine
Pain
It becomes divine
Smell
It is absurd
Heat
It knows who’s master
Feed it faster
You’ll burn
You’ll burn
Alive
No one
Survives
Shoved in the oven
Screams
They can be heard
Flames
They rise with hate
Souls
Are nicely baked
Fear
You are next in line
Hell
It is yet to dine
Pain
It becomes divine
Smell
It is absurd
Heat
It knows who’s master
Feed it faster
You’ll burn
You’ll burn
Alive
No one
Survives
Burn!
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10. |
Human Menu
03:54
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Human Menu
Welcome to the Human Menu
Together we will decide which parts of you to eat
Choose!
Parts of
You!
Eyes first?
Ears first?
Tongue first?
No you need to tell me what’s next
How about those tasty feet?
Although there’s not much meat
How about those tasty thighs?
Could I still keep you alive?
I tell you what we’ll start with your toes
Then perhaps we’ll cut off your nose
Fried in butter that will be nice
Perhaps we’ll add some extra spice x2
Eyes first?
Ears first?
Tongue first?
No you need to tell me what’s next
How about those tasty feet?
Although there’s not much meat
How about those tasty thighs?
Could I still keep you alive?
I tell you what we’ll start with your toes
Then perhaps we’ll cut off your nose
Fried in butter that will be nice
Perhaps we’ll add some extra spice x2
Choose!
Parts of
You!
Welcome to the Human Menu
Together we will decide which parts of you to eat
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11. |
Six Pieces
03:20
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Six Pieces
Six Pieces
Torn from me
Not able to move
Once the way I was able to
Age has taken
Its toll on me
But still they fear my name
Six Pieces
A lifetime award
For unresolved murders
Stirs the beast inside of me
Murder and hatred
My legacy
Something has always been wrong with me
Still I will kill
My bones are tired
Still I will kill
My mind still hungers
Still I will kill
My body decays
Still I will kill
I will eat you!
Six Pieces
Six
Six
Six
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12. |
Boil In The Body Bag
05:03
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Boil in the body bag
Boil corpse
Boil in the body bag
Hung for treason, back last season
That’s the reason, why we’re eatin’
As the sheriff of our perished
I get to choose what to do with the dead
Sow them up
In their bags
Let them rot
Flavour in decay!
Soon they’ll be
Ripe and mush
Soon we’ll eat
It’s the law!
Boil corpse
Boil in the body bag
Hung for treason, back last season
That’s the reason, why we’re eatin’
As the sheriff of our perished
I get to choose what to do with the dead
Sow them up
In their bags
Let them rot
Flavour in decay!
Soon they’ll be
Ripe and mush
Soon we’ll eat
It’s the law!
Law!
Eat!
To eat is to survive
We won’t waste any of the dead, any of the dead! X4
Law unbreakable, appetite unshakable
In this town we eat our dead
Ancient custom, modern methods
Boiled for convenience
Body bags all lined up, next to the cauldron of hate
As they boil, juices seep, opening the gate
Portal of hell, from the smells
Boiling the dead, brings new life
Portal of hell, from the smells
Boiling the dead, our town is fed
Body bags all lined up, next to the cauldron of hate
As they boil, juices seep, opening the gate
Boil corpse
Boil in the body bag
Boil the body bag x4
Open gate
Boil the body bag x4
Feast of hate
Boil the body bag x4
Terror born!
Boil the body bag x4
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