Welcome to where the dead things are
Flesh fresh from the womb
Sti will warm, sti will kicking, sti will life..
The grief in the eyes of those who remain
Nekionatalenheten
the shadow of death is filling the room
Nekionatalenheten
where the voice of life is put to sleep
Nekionatalenheten
the sun must pass the darkness rules
Nekionatalenheten
where the angel of death claims its sacrifices
Nekionatalenheten
an institution of death
Nekionatalenheten
no life here only death is real
Nekionatalenheten
feeling no presence only the stench of death
Nekionatalenheten
no escaping by life only by death
As the new-born, still-born is put away
seven babies for the beast
dissecting, selecting the best pieces
Boiling the fat away
Gleaming bones in disturbing shapes
I shape with henzied precision
Hungering for perfection
I create science and madness
I reveal the secrets of the flesh.