Don't need your religious killings Won't see animals blood spilling 'Got my own religious killings Fucked up human blood spilling I take you at the leg Nearly break your back Many small cuttings On the ground blood drippings Spiked on the meathook You've got an upside down look I beat you with the club From your wounds spill blood Ritual killing Slowly your life fades away I'm waiting for your death if I may I cut your bowls out Warm intestines all about Mutilated, dissected Bloodless, sickening mess Carcass roasted - Time to feed Now I will take my meal Ritual killing