Оригинален текст
my spear bathing in you blood, in your r*ctum
crushing spinal columns, impaling the lungs
the base of your neck cracks, your brains scatter
blood spewing, horrifying wound
deaden
grotesque impalement
vile offering on a stick
smashed, torn and mangled
molested and abused
decomposture
covered with purulent sores
bathing in pus
decayed flesh, rotting organs
bloodsoaked appeal, carnal infest
maggots consume, devour the insides
I will soon kill again, maybe it will be someone you love