Skinned Alive (Live in Dusseldorf, 1992)

They curse the day when I was born

Mentally deranged

Fits of raving madness

Immolate beyond the grave

Celebrate and enjoy

The thrusts with my knife

The way you feel

Is the way you will die

You think you're dead

But you're just skinned alive

I hear you cry, but slow and sure your skin will be my toy

Death becomes second nature to me, my heart expands with joy

Liquidation and supreme sacrifice

Deeply afflicted faces

Appetising body odour

Anguish but rest in pieces

Celebrate and enjoy

The thrusts with my knife

The way you feel

Is the way you will die

You think you're dead

But you're just skinned alive

Skinned alive