Transgression - Der Totmacher

Wait, wait just a while Harmann comes to you
Butcher is vocation and thats what he does to you
From your eyes he makes jelly sausage from your guts
From your ass tasty bacon the rest he throws away
When he gets you, your life is forfeited
Surrender to your destiny because its too late
Harmann's got assistance, grans this man is called
He lures the little boys delight in their death
Abyss of the human soul unreal and yet alive
Your nightmare will be real
Your scream nowhere to hear
Sparkling blades splashing blood
The last breath before you're dead
Accept your hopelessness, forget the hope of a fast end
You will suffer torment because it's his passion
Harmann's quite euphoric today he'll feast on you
Sausage, bacon, jelly as wine he drinks your blood
When he gets you your life is forfeited
Surrender to your destiny because its too late
Fear in your eyes satisfies with your clamor he writes a song
The saw screams, divides you in half his work is finally done
Abyss of the human soul unreal and yet alive
Your nightmare will be real
Your scream nowhere to hear
Sparkling blades splashing blood
The last breath before you're dead
Your life fades Harmann's blessed
Grans' delighted because you're dead

Written by:
Oliver Layher, Rene Hollweg

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