Killed and Served By The Devil – Carach Angren – letras

He takes his time when he stabs the boy to deathHe keeps slashing and slicingEven after his last breathIll-fated gods are given praiseWhilst stabbing the infant’s torso, limbs and faceGaping wounds gushing blood and goreCovering the pentacle on the floorNo way to die at that ageSlaughtered before his sister’s eyesStaring from the cageRelieved, for the witch’s voiceNow whispers and laughsThe killer leaves the roomBut comes back with an axeHe chops up the corpsesTosses his body parts into plastic bagsDrags them to the garden outsideTo be buried in an unmarked grave on this nightThe poor girl who has lost her motherIs now forced to buryWhat’s left of her dismembered brotherA macabre funeral in a sepulchral gardenBuried next to the otherIn the backyard of death himselfExchanging the shovel for a bucket and a ragShe has never seenSuck a terrible bloodbath beforeBone fragments and viscous clots of human gruelShe’s forced to cleanThe lugubrious mess off the floorAsking the murder what will happen with her lifeHe answers »You will serve me as my slaveUntil your inevitable sacrificeFor the witch’s wish and will is my command to kill »It’s dinnertime in the residence of this psychopathA fine meal of beans, bread, meat, and some wineFortunately no empty stomach for the rest of the dayThen the killer has something special to say »I saved your brother’s most valuable partBefore the burial I cut out his precious little heartSwallowing the souls of the victimsTheir hearts are what I eatYour brother’s soul has now been devouredSo tell me… Did you like the meat? «