| Song | Only Slices Remains |
| Artist | Centinex |
| Album | Malleus Maleficarum |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Centinex | |
| Slowly I'm watching her die | |
| A fixed look in her eyes | |
| You bleed as | |
| I see Her soul fade with fear | |
| She shall suffer - | |
| I will slain | |
| This is my obligation - only | |
| Bleeding slices remains | |
| A torrent of blood | |
| Goagulate on my hands | |
| Slowly the innards decay | |
| Festering flesh beneath my nails | |
| A sick subhuman reality | |
| I slice her infected corpse | |
| Grinding and carving the flesh | |
| Are my hands doing this crime | |
| Or is it just dreams in my | |
| Satanic mind | |
| In the name of the holy god | |
| I tear the heart out | |
| Hacking her bleeding organs | |
| And cover my body with pieces | |
| Turn her body inside out | |
| Compeled to die | |
| The spirit dwell in a sanctum | |
| Forsaken with lies | |
| You have finaly found your peace | |
| Beyond the gates of silence | |
| You will never ever lie again | |
| As you sleep in the land of ice | |
| You have finaly... | |
| Forever laid to rest | |
| Ashes to ashes - dust to flesh | |
| My obscene dreams came true | |
| Only bleeding slices remains | |
| A torrent of blood | |
| Goagulate on my hands | |
| Slowly the innards decay | |
| Festering flesh beneath my nails | |
| A sick subhuman reality | |
| I slice her infected corpse | |
| Grinding and carving the flesh | |
| Are my hands doing this crime | |
| Or is it just dreams in my | |
| Sardonic mind |
| zuo qu : Centinex | |
| Slowly I' m watching her die | |
| A fixed look in her eyes | |
| You bleed as | |
| I see Her soul fade with fear | |
| She shall suffer | |
| I will slain | |
| This is my obligation only | |
| Bleeding slices remains | |
| A torrent of blood | |
| Goagulate on my hands | |
| Slowly the innards decay | |
| Festering flesh beneath my nails | |
| A sick subhuman reality | |
| I slice her infected corpse | |
| Grinding and carving the flesh | |
| Are my hands doing this crime | |
| Or is it just dreams in my | |
| Satanic mind | |
| In the name of the holy god | |
| I tear the heart out | |
| Hacking her bleeding organs | |
| And cover my body with pieces | |
| Turn her body inside out | |
| Compeled to die | |
| The spirit dwell in a sanctum | |
| Forsaken with lies | |
| You have finaly found your peace | |
| Beyond the gates of silence | |
| You will never ever lie again | |
| As you sleep in the land of ice | |
| You have finaly... | |
| Forever laid to rest | |
| Ashes to ashes dust to flesh | |
| My obscene dreams came true | |
| Only bleeding slices remains | |
| A torrent of blood | |
| Goagulate on my hands | |
| Slowly the innards decay | |
| Festering flesh beneath my nails | |
| A sick subhuman reality | |
| I slice her infected corpse | |
| Grinding and carving the flesh | |
| Are my hands doing this crime | |
| Or is it just dreams in my | |
| Sardonic mind |
| zuò qǔ : Centinex | |
| Slowly I' m watching her die | |
| A fixed look in her eyes | |
| You bleed as | |
| I see Her soul fade with fear | |
| She shall suffer | |
| I will slain | |
| This is my obligation only | |
| Bleeding slices remains | |
| A torrent of blood | |
| Goagulate on my hands | |
| Slowly the innards decay | |
| Festering flesh beneath my nails | |
| A sick subhuman reality | |
| I slice her infected corpse | |
| Grinding and carving the flesh | |
| Are my hands doing this crime | |
| Or is it just dreams in my | |
| Satanic mind | |
| In the name of the holy god | |
| I tear the heart out | |
| Hacking her bleeding organs | |
| And cover my body with pieces | |
| Turn her body inside out | |
| Compeled to die | |
| The spirit dwell in a sanctum | |
| Forsaken with lies | |
| You have finaly found your peace | |
| Beyond the gates of silence | |
| You will never ever lie again | |
| As you sleep in the land of ice | |
| You have finaly... | |
| Forever laid to rest | |
| Ashes to ashes dust to flesh | |
| My obscene dreams came true | |
| Only bleeding slices remains | |
| A torrent of blood | |
| Goagulate on my hands | |
| Slowly the innards decay | |
| Festering flesh beneath my nails | |
| A sick subhuman reality | |
| I slice her infected corpse | |
| Grinding and carving the flesh | |
| Are my hands doing this crime | |
| Or is it just dreams in my | |
| Sardonic mind |