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This is no woman nor man you will see
Fluid of gender on a killing spree
Killing spree
Tormented screaming its ears soon will please
Elderly acts upon gutwrenching sleaze
Gutwrencing sleaze
Grandma they call her but that‘s not its name
Igor it‘s really, but they call it shame
What a shame
Seems like a lady both old and so nice
But if you misgender it, Igor will cut you and slice
You‘ll pay the price
Igor Mortis, Igor of death
Blood splatters, spraying so furiously
It reaches from one wall to next all over the place
From your face
Demented old lady, deranged and insane
Stabbing and raping, then eating your brain
Grandma‘s insane
Igor Mortis, Igor of death
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What seems sick to you, is delight to me
Anthropophagy, culinary treat
You may think there is escape
but for you there's no tomorrow
No help in your terrified, feeble useless cries
What will happen to you soon
People call it death and sorrow
All I see in front of me is banquet to my eyes
Forcefeed barbiturates to tendurize
Wrap in cellophane, cut, cut, bloodsquirts minimized
Ravenous appetite, ravenous appetite
Ravenous appetite for human flesh
and bone braised, gluteus fried
Head cheese from cartilage, boiled soup of eyes
So much to choose, what to cook tonight?
Mouth salivates, die, die, dying for a bite
Ravenous appetite, ravenous appetite
Ravenous appetite for human flesh
Here we go!
What seems sick to you, is delight to me
Anthropophagy, culinary treat
You may think there is escape
but for you there's no tomorrow
No help in your terrified, feeble useless cries
What will happen to you soon
People call it death and sorrow
All I see in front of me is banquet to my eyes
Bubbling pot of heads and fingers on the stove
Hunger insatiable, it will only grow
Ravenous appetite, ravenous appetite
Ravenous appetite, ravenous appetite
Ravenous appetite for human flesh
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Visit her, every now and then to the forest fen
There she stands outside, heartbeat on the rise
Mom and dad they made me see the hag again
Paralized, I fear Igor´s eyes
She is wrinkly, veiny and boney
Stinky and scummy with grime
Boiling something foul for me
Slurping up fatty slime
Through all my life I could see she ain‘t right
How she holds her old knife, it gives me a fright
At the cellar always peeking
Fetching something reeking
Rancid old meat on bones
Is it my late grandpa Jones?
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Nothing else near but forest outside
One thing she must tell you about,
That something is rotting inside Grandma's house!
Something rotten, something rotten
Something is rotten in Grandma´s basement!
Demented old bitch!
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To watch them rot and smell them stink
Makes it wet as blood it drinks
Glistening stumps on the floor
When it eats, it craves for more
Greasy deepfried fingerips
Grandma likes to chew
Sauce of festered wounds that drip
Makes other people spew
Carving flesh off the face
While it‘s fresh, preps the glaze
Hacked up bodies for its barbeque
Filet mignon and liver stew
Greasy deepfried fingerips
Grandma likes to chew
Sauce of festered wounds that drip
Makes other people spew
Bodily dismemberment, foul smell of piss
Extreme necrophagia, Igor is in bliss
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