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DE LIRIUM'S ORDER LYRICS
"Victim no. 52" (2004)
1. Sanctuary Of Incineration
2. Abomination
3. The Art of Butchering
4. Masterpiece of a Morbid Mind
5. Victim No. 52
6. Through The Eyes Of A Murderer
7. Nightmare In Apartment 213
8. Dr. Lirium Orders: Suffering
9. Pathologist's Perverse Fantasies
10. The Sunrise
1. Sanctuary Of Incineration
In the beginning of a monster, there were strange desires
An aspiration to inflict pain on the prey
And to see the blood of a victim creeping in the dark
But fantasy is nothing for Leonard's growing needs
And so he begins to outline the borders of his reality
So beware!
When the masterpiece of the morbid mind is planned with care
He begins to build up a catacomb of your most heinous dread
Fright!!!
In the eyes...
Of the dying
When she sees her family dismembered
The chainsaw starts to mangle, ripping the girl of her own
She's awake and screams for her life
The sickness of bloody dismemberment unites
In the twisted smell of blood and gasoline
The full moon is rising and the chainsaw is hot
Horror resurrected
Eyes gleaming in the dark
Behing the glass, enjoying the freak show
Watching you crawl in the blackness
The fear is embodying
And it makes you wanna die
What is he going to do next?
Leave me alone!
Chainsaw sings in the night
Leonard has the magic touch
Elegant gory murder
Good ol' ultraviolence
The distant sound of butchering
Incineration...
200 pounds of intestinal powder
Fright!!!
In the eyes...
Of the dying
When she sees her family dismembered
The chainsaw starts to mangle, ripping the girl of her own
She's awake and screams for her life
The sickness of bloody dismemberment unites
In the twisted smell of blood and gasoline
2. Abomination
Pounded skulls and their smashed bones remain
Still hear them scream - still see them bleed
When you enter these tombs of the mutilated
Blood!!! Pestilence and plague
Death!!! Their final destination
Beneath the bones lies the altar of sacrifice
Still hear them scream - still see them bleed
When you see these rites carved in stone
Blood!!! Pestilence and plague
Death!!! Their final destination
Demonic souls and the priest of abomination
Staring through your eyes - staring to your mind
In these chambers where you belong
Blood!!! Pestilence and plague
Death!!! Their final destination
Awaits!! Beneath their bones
Awaits!! Beneath their bones!!!
3. The Art of Butchering
Head apart from the torso
Flesh apart from the bones
Decapitation of freshly killed victim
Meat market sells flesh
To the people so blind
Coming from Hannover's butcher's factory
Courteous
Strong
Attractive
Lethal
Fritz strangles and bites to the Adam's apple
Confusion gets victim to scream
Werewolf eating the throat
The bloodlust, murderous rampage
And this the Haarmann's dream coming true
An orgasm
Through the taste
Of blood
Intoxicating
Never ends
Apartment of horror is secluded from eyes of powerless authorities
They know nothing, numerous corpses are rotting for good in the area
27 children have been kidnapped and vanished for all eternity
And the people don't know that they ate their own beloved children
Sentenced to die 24 times
Not enough to end the dread
4. Masterpiece of a Morbid Mind
People disappearing all over the city
And horror raises to humans' mind
Body parts found in every trash bag
And strange marks written all over them
People crying in their churches
As their children are now eaten
But the murderer won't stop sending eyes and legs
Of the ugly children he has cutted
Moaning and suffering echoes somewhere
Wired flesh rotting in a metallic room
And after the confusion lasted for many months
The hunger of killer is stronger than before
Excited by people who say that he's insane
He raises the hammer and begins to slay
Masterpiece of a morbid mind
Will reveal the sickness and soul of man
Masterpiece of a morbid mind
Is the final rite of insanity
Remember how children were weeping?
Watching their suffering mothers to burn
As they asked you a question
Remember where you come from?
And the morbid mind just watched the holocaust
Thinking that he's the new born Nazarene
And the Nazarene is a slave of evil
And the Nazarene is a slave of evil
Masterpiece of a morbid mind
Will reveal the sickness and soul of man
Masterpiece of a morbid mind
Is the final rite of insanity
Rot!!!
5. Victim No. 52
Remains of Lyusov Biryuk from Novocherkassk
Maimed and smothered in a ditch
Eyes carved out, stabbed to death
Russian desolation
Insane celebration
Decomposition
Eyeball waste
And the sickness emerges from nothingness
To create an beautiful artwork of murder
The Rostov ripper is hungry for blood
He says that they deserve it
They don't need to breathe
"I will gain my pleasure by knife and rope
As they did for him
Disfigured, brutally consumed
Mental isolation
Abhorrent deprivation
Human life has no meaning to me"
Decomposition
And the sickness emerges from nothingness
To create an beautiful artwork of murder
The Rostov ripper is hungry for blood
6. Through The Eyes Of A Murderer
The world through the eyes of a murderer
Twisted faces that pray to be mutilated
A memory is haunting his mind
Like every young boy dreaming of horror
He wrote those words in blood
Took a hammer and smashed his parents skulls to pieces
He has born in a place where bodies are melting
And sick voices command to do sick things
And scissors awaited for me every night to be caressed
He forced you to see him him mutilating bodies and eat their livers
The sick mind is burning in a room made of flesh
He is a sinner
And preys to be eaten alive in the depths of his heart and mind
The victims of an innocent, young boy's mind
Every night they hear
Voices of the dead and damned
Haunting every movement you will ever make
You will burn
Blood streaming down the stairs
Mass executions are not in the history
Let out the whip of execution in me
In me...
Terrible nightmares and hallusinations ruin their lives
The spirit of murderer will never stop to chase you
You will suffer
There's no one to help you
The sick flesh cannot be imprisoned
And the more you fear him, the more you suffer
And everything will end up in laughter
The litte boy destroying your body
And raising your head on his hands
You see your own body split wide open
And a myriad of rats eating all of your liver
The spirit of murderer will never stop to chase you
Voices of the dead and damned
Haunting every movement you will ever make
You'll never die
Blood streaming down the stairs
Mass executions are not in the history
Let out the whip of execution in me
In me...
He runs in a frozen labyrinth from victim to another
7. Nightmare In Apartment 213
Niis, zamran ciaofi caosgo, od blidrs od cors i ta abramig!
Welcome to the game of death
Rotten state of mind
Disqusting, most heinous you have done
Molestation of the child-corpses...
How could you? How could you?
Nightmare
Stripped body of the hopeful one
He thought he would be saved
But Jeffrey had other plans for him
Indulged the boy into the game of death
Sodomized and strangled, the little angel
She thought she would be taken into paradise
Dismembered and consumed, head boiled
Now, the skull part of the collection
Real death
Boiled flesh in a jar
Horrifying meatectoplasma
Souvenir of the serial killer
Sicknessmade masterpiece
Masterpiece
Prototype of antihuman
I wish, I really fuckin' wish
That they are necropedophiles, and you are the victim
8. Dr. Lirium Orders: Suffering
Rotten practise - deserted and out of use
It has been closed for decades
But by nightfalls, when the doctor arrives
He carries in ther victim and the tools for the torment
Meat is kicking - the victim is still alive
Now the doctor's gonna teach you
Hold still, this wont take long
It is for the thrill of the kill
The screams the blood - to be a god
I practise the art of torture
And I order you suffering
Explore the flesh, study the bones of the dead
Rape the corpse, in the pool of her blood
It is for the thrill of the kill
The screams the blood - to be a god
I practise the art of torture
And I order you suffering
Rotten practise is now full of life
A training ground for the doctors deadly art
Sit back and enjoy - this wont take long
It is for the thrill of the kill
The screams the blood - to be a god
I practise the art of torture
And I order you suffering
Mental gore disciple answers his calling
Drill symphony, dead notes fill the room
In the house were art is dead!
9. Pathologist's Perverse Fantasies
Dealing with the dead more than with the living,
Cutting their skin, it's nothing new for him.
No social life with the outside world,
Distant with living human beings.
As years go by this harden mind begins to scatter.
Only the deceased are his partners...
And his lovers.
And when the lights go dim
He begins his grim rituals.
Again from his mind awakes this shameless beast.
All pure thoughts are gone
It's time to feast.
It's time to shed their cold blood.
The dead... they don't hate me.
The dead... they don't resist me.
They do exactly what I desire,
They do it exactly when I desire.
And how I desire.
They thought I am out of my mind,
Well they don't think anymore,
They are here right by my side.
Your eyes are so beautiful
When they are glazed like that,
They have so many stories to tell,
Let me just dig them out so I
Can remember you.
Your skin is s odelicant,
Let me just cut a slice out of it
You dont need it anymore.
The dead... they don't hate me.
The dead... they don't resist me.
They do exactly what I desire,
They do it exactly when I desire,
And how I desire.
10. The Sunrise
The famine is overhelming in Colombia
On the cold streets in 1957
Betrayed and left to be sodomized
A surreal state of appaling life
Prison
Illusions swept away
Anger
In enormous dimensions
Revenge
For raping one's mind for ever
Emptiness
Apocalyptic sense of hate in his appearance
Over the edge of tolerance
No one is safe from the terror
Floods unvocering cadavers of missing persons
Rotten so bad that there's no chance to know how they died
Putrefaction caused by sewage
And the next victim waiting for
The sunrise of Ambato
Staring to the eyes
And strangling to death
The monster of the Andes
And his massive killing capacity
The divine moment of suffocation
Would be a waste in darkness
The spark of life suddenly disappears
For one's gratification
Mass grave
Feasting among the dead
Alive
One is still breathing
5
Minutes to die
Hell (on earth)
She is a part of a morbid circus
Over the edge of tolerance
No one is safe from the terror
Floods unvocering cadavers of missing persons
Rotten so bad that there's no chance to know how they died
Putrefaction caused by sewage
And the next victim waiting for
The sunrise of Ambato
Staring to the eyes
And strangling to death
The monster of the Andes
And his massive killing capacity
The killing never ends
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