Embalming Process of Rotten Female Corpses Lyrics

An instinctive reaction of the input
Of his morbid dickhead started it
To search the female altar that it transforms
In degradation of his pleasure
She don't know that her body will deserve
The instruments are already set
She only knows to enjoy her
End of obscenity, end of obscenity
Their obscenity
Lie over the table, tied on her feet
Cut, cut, the elixir of life
Can ride on her skin
The temperature rises on and on
His mind it's on the mood
A collection of bodies waiting
For the midnight ritual
Forward and backward he strikes again
Body and pain, body and pain
Embalming process of the rotten female corpses
She don't know that their body will deserve
The instruments are already set
She only knows to enjoy her
End of obscenity