When deep sleep falls on the minds
A new reality is created
Late at night
The lust
The bloody obsession arise from the psuchotic mind!

The slaughter is made with blood
Human flesh is ripped and shattered

The butcher searching his victims
Killing all on th eway
His glory is gore, his wish is eat human flesh
Drinking blood, the silence is broken
Pray, the soul go out!

Rests of all corpses on the road
In a tranquility decomposition
Of all glory and smile, created for Bloody Obsession