A strange creature creeps out / like a predator / seeking for her loot
/ child_smell /A crime hidden behind sunset and misery
She wants all their fat to make her potions
Using suffering and pain to quench the burgeoisie desires
Begging all day / pretending / to approach poor children
Those whose lives no one cares
A hand suddenly separates them from life
to hide inside / the dark ragged cloak
Skinner!!! / Removes child blond hair,
And separates fat from flesh
Fat!!! / to make wrap and creams
For high society
Crime!!! / in the key closed horror room
In Ponent street
A bag full of children´s clothes / stained with blood
A wall keeping a secret inside / A wall keeping innocent bones fucking inside
And nightly / she wears elegant clothes / luxury, theatre, dealing with / bourgeoisie / dealing oint-ment / human child fat ointment
A strange creature creeps out / surrounded by the mistery / profiting with selling flesh
But for once the face of a girl / behind a dirty glass /
will uncover the crimes / will uncover the crimes
Horror room opens / amounts of children pieces
A strange creature is locked / she knows too much / about the dark vices of the whole bourgeoisie / the dark vices of he bourgeoisie
The consistently excellent NYC death-doom dealers dole out another heaping helping of demonic growls and nasty riffs. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 7, 2024