Gallery of Gore

I wake covered in corpses

I'm the horrormaster, the one who defies the grave

With scissors and scalples, I perform my deeds

Conjuring nightmares to satisfies my needs

Death is mine

The horror makes me feel alive

Guts and blood are my drug

In the Gallery of Gore

In the Gallery of Gore

The smell of rottenness

I need to kill, I need to feel death going through my fingers

Stitching flesh and bones

Skin peels like a morbid dance

From pit to my hands, I craft with corpses

An evolution of death, it's what I bring

To this perverted and sick world

Who doesn't understand the beauty of decomposition

Death is mine

The horror makes me feel alive

Guts and blood are my drug

In the Gallery of Gore

In the Gallery of Gore