Profaning The Crypts

Tearing out the nailed top of the cobweb-covered coffinNumbed of pleasure, I'm staring eagerly at it's contentsInhale the damp smell of rot, hard to control my excitementOf decomposing half-rotten corpse with vacant eyesocketsAddiction to ripping of the dead has turned into diseaseDesecration of crypts has become my whole life's needVapours, coming from the dead body, sharpen my feelingsCatching rotten clothes, putting the body out of the coffinIncease the skin on the chest and pierce the chest wallsNo more I'm able to control the desire that's overfilling meBegin to slice the thoracic cavity, rip every piece of meatMy face, covered with sticky pus, looks so loathsome, disgustingStiffened mummy is motionless lying in ridiculous poseEnraged, I begin to break the hardened joints, one by oneTearing off the dry, putrid skin, turned to grey ragsSucking the puslike slime, oozing from bursted tendonsViolent spasms pierce my body, they're making me madMy hands furiously dip into the dense visceral messAffected, I'm staring down at the dead tortured bodyBegin to cut off it's head, stick my knife into the neckBrains control my deeds no more, letting off the energyAnimal instinct now rules my body, makes my dreams come trueTearing off the sticking ribs, chop'em with the bonesCrushed down fragmentized body is now turning to messBreaking the parted head against the wall, looking what's insideDevouring the lying clots of rotten cerebral substanceHaving gathered scattered parts of flesh, bones and gristlesI combust it altogether with the desecrated body remains