[music: Tocha / lyrics: Cyjan]
The sound of the breaking bones,
Smell of fresh, warm flesh,
You catch your victim,
Feast of the slaughter.
His empty eyesockets excrete remains of brain,
Like a soulless butcher you destroy element of life.
Like a professional surgeon you cut tissue of this life.
It's masterpiece, detailed operation,
Eviscerated victims you caught feel nothing.