[music: Tocha / lyrics: Cyjan]

The sound of the breaking bones,
smell of fresh, warm flesh,
you catch your victim,
feast of the slaughter.

His empty eyesockets excrete remains of brain,
like a soulless butcher you destroy element of life.

Like a professional surgeon you cut tissue of this life.

It's masterpiece, detailed operation,
eviscerated victims you caught feel nothing.

[lead: Maly]
[lead: Tocha]