Satanic Barbecue - Corpsefucking Art

There’s a house by the cemetery

You can only get there by getting lost in the woods

No doubt you’ll be very welcome guests

And soon find out the ingredients of those abundant feasts

You’ll surely be invited to a Satanic barbecue

That grilled meat tastes odd

It’s too late to head back now

Guests are tied to their chairs here

Satanic barbecue — seasoned human sausages

Satanic barbecue — marinated feet in cocktail sauce

A metal door leads to the abattoir

Where you’ll be struck by a hammer on your head

That won’t leave you much time to twitch

Satanic barbecue — vomit mingles with blood

Full stomachs and bloodied chainsaws

Satanic barbecue — a meathook to your back

An invitation that will cost your lives

There’s a pile of human remains in the dining room

But only the finest cuts will make it to the grill

Dinner will be ready soon

With yourselves as the main course of this crazy blowout

And the terror in your eyes as the side dish