Postmortal Gorephobia letra

I like blood very much
But it must flow from a living body
I was quenched by my own blood
The sooniest
I was inducing pleasure to myself

I tortured mute animals later on
Their pain was more beautiful than mine
But it still didn't meet my terms
Until I tormented the small boy
From the neighbourhood

I am afraid of the dead ones
Their blood is different

The new horizonts have opened for me
And it unleashed my fear at the same time

Sanatorium - Letras

• A Pile of Skulls
• Born Dead
• Bovine Spongiform Encephalopathy
• Dead Virgin Whore
• Desecrated-Decapitated (A Hymn to Monica D.)
• Dunwich Morgue
• Fetus Rape
• Human Trophies
• In Capture of Necrophile Visions
• Internal Womb Cannibalism
• Intravenous Ejaculation
• Killing
• Oral Fistfuck
• Postmortal Gorephobia
• Shapeless And Decomposed
• That Cunts Name Is Heather
• The False Prophet
• Violent Intercourse