One thousand different rooms full of pain

one thousand rooms full of different pain

there are no words to describe all the horror

which these thick stonewalls have witnessed

Voyaging into the ravines in their empty eyes

you can observe all those demons as they rise

experiencing the perverse form of true art

all the poetry in dead flesh and suffocated love

Listen carefully to the dialogue between your skin and these rusty blades

feel free to appreciate our ways to progress you

worship the blackened lights in our forwarded hearts

as we turn your filthy body into a piece of art

The desecration of god's image is almost completed

as your desperation enriches this masterpiece

the symmetry of mutilation is worth marveling

all the artists wait for your pulse to seize

In the breathless flesh exhibition our loyality is comprised

through the materialising of sickness our praises are combined

with the magnificience of this art we hail thee, oh satan!!!

Listen carefully to the dialogue between your skin and these rusty blades

feel free to appreciate our ways to progress you

worship the blackened lights in our forwarded hearts

as we turn your filthy body into a piece of art