Cadaver 9 Lyrics

I became the violator of every physical disease, I never heal the arm
I take the tumour out of the sound organs, and always leave my patient lifeless

My sickness took shape after my waking

On the cold tray of the morgue
In this state of morbid conscience
Behind the drawer number 9

I cut you, draw you, feed me, I slice off !

I don’t have any evil intentions, only some bad cannibal habits
Shoved by my instinct…

I cut you, draw you, feed me, I slice off !

Cadaver, cadaver number
Cadaver, cadaver number 9
9, 9, 9

Let’s see what your entrails contain for me
To feed my needs in blood and mayhem
Disembowel your body into bloody pieces
I picked you, by my hand you will die
I look you, in the eyes, watch your fear
Searching for the growth inside of you
I survive like a starving beast
Just for the sake of the cause of death

I always kill them all, they are all dead !

I cut you, draw you, feed me, I slice off !

Cadaver, cadaver number
Cadaver, cadaver number 9
9, 9, 9
Cadaver, cadaver number
Cadaver, cadaver number 9