Butchery into the light of the moon
Moonlight fills in the city
All has wallowed around in debauchery, lust and sin.
You are old as the world, but still I'm so young -
Now the Plainfield's Butcher is your demiurge.
He Will exhaust your eyes, and gobble up the tongue,
He will put on your skin - He is the Plainfield Butcher
Grey congestion of gravestones.
Head flies by the strikening axe.
I taste an orgasm, while seeing the blood's fountain -
Wonderful evening - you were right!
He Will exhaust your eyes, and gobble up the tongue,
He will put on your skin - He is the Plainfield Butcher
Ten decaying eye-sockets
would not see the world's catharsis,
Skinless dead mouths
Are laughing in a mad grin.
Skin of dry nipples
would not feel pain and trembling.
Freakish clothes -
God's according, that Eddie feels.
Sickening smell
Of dismembered flesh
In a fiery nightmare
Ascends to heaven.
The ashes decay,
Blood fills in coast.
Showed over the wolrd
White lunar skull
He Will exhaust your eyes, and gobble up the tongue,
He will put on your skin - He is the Plainfield Butcher
