Текст песни 666 - 999

Your rags are hanging on a nail in a dilapidated hut
I cut meat from bones, flesh and skin with a soldering iron
The corpses from fresh graves are squashed, I can drag them to the house in bags
After the last glimpses of light grabs the night

I kidnap children from children at home, fucked up 6-year-old girl, fucking what a sweetheart
Tore it like a fish, peeled off her skin and sewed slippers for himself
Then he pissed her, but did not fuck this bitch, I fired her flour
And crucified himself on the cross to make it easier to fuck his hands