Drinking blood from a Mason Jar,
because its the Southern Way.
Wake in the morning with a skin-wrapped cigar,
its a good start to my day.
Barbed-wire braces and chain tourniquet,
the torture just gets more sick.
Shotgun to the head, blood filled bed,
splattered remnants fill the room.
Nailed in a coffin alive,
scratching at the paneling.
Dwelling in darkness,
its your time to die - your end is nigh.
In half I tear the womb,
and eat the fetus from the cunt.
Splattered remnants fill the room -
I will feast upon my hunt.
Melted carcass of flesh, a Devil is being born.
Necro-habits from the womb,
The Devil is coming home.
Knife in the spleen, shattered bones.
Their horrid groaning makes me moan.
Pleasure it gives me, erotic tone -
Necro-bone.
Swimming in a pool of putrid blood,
asphyxiation on your lover's guts.
Limbs floating beside you
as I fill the tomb of the mutilated,
silence fills the air - a master's work is done.
As scalding as hot lava, the latest from French group Non Serviam collides black metal brutality with industrial grind. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 3, 2023