A darkened room re-opening at the stroke of twelve 
Grim cascades of light construct a blurry image 
The fridge-cage opens serving a putrid stiff 
Rusted will serve up the casual plat du jour 
Heat up the stove, my banquet commence 
Amputate limbs, 
Delicatesse in extremis 
There is no taste, like human rosbeef, haute-cuisine 
Savouring every chunk that slides down the esophague 
Feasting on man 
I survive reluctant and digestive 
Sanguine, my culinary addiction 
Just doing my part in depopulation 
Another day, another night to rob the morgue 
Retrieving chunks to stew what i adore 
Exhuming chunks to flavour the casserole 
I'm the grand chef brewfing a new brand of food 
Feasting in man 
I survive, reluctant, and digstive 
Your relatives, 
I shove down my throat 
Feeding of hate, preying on man, cannibalism with a cause [Lead: Jacob] [Lead: Bart] [Lead: Jacob] [Lead: Thjis] 
Little lumps of meat - 
Adoring the flesh 
I eat The dead no longer alone - 
In my belly to serve a better cause