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Text písně Necronatalenhaten

Welcome to where the dead things are 
Flesh fresh from the womb 
Still warm, still kicking, still life.. 
The grief in the eyes of those who remain 


Nekionatalenheten 
-the shadow of death is filling the room 
Nekionatalenheten 
-where the voice of life is put to sleep 
Nekionatalenheten 
-the sun must pass the darkness rules 
Nekionatalenheten 
-where the angel of death claims its sacrifices 


Nekionatalenheten 
-an institution of death 
Nekionatalenheten 
-no life here only death is real 
Nekionatalenheten 
-feeling no presence only the stench of death 
Nekionatalenheten 
-no escaping by life only by death 


As the new-born, still-born is put away 
7 babies for the beast 
dissecting, selecting the best pieces 


Boiling the fat away 
Gleaming bones in disturbing shapes 
I shape with henzied precision 
Hungering for perfection 


I create 
Science and madness 
I reveal 
The secrets of the flesh.