Biomass

I'm the slaughter, I'm the beastWith the rise of moon I goTo the fields on the feastCruelly shooting my flame-throwerBurn the bodies , Take the life'sWith the smell of rusty bonesI enjoy their poor criesCrushing heads with heavy stonesWho were that people?I don't knowNow it's a bloodyBiomassI need nothing, I want deathsIt's my job to paint scenesOf artistic bloody messHow much for me it meansCut the fingers, smash the facePlace the parts on pentagramMake inside it burning hazeThat will be my future themeWhat for I killed themI don't knowBut it's a prettyBiomass