Lirama

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.