1. Staring Through The Eyes Of The Dead

Why can't I breath, still I see.
Dead on the table, try to move, I'm not able to.
They said I have died, I still feel alive.
I won't believe their lies, I can still see through these...eyes.
Help me, I'm not dead, wake me from this hell, tell me I'm alive,

Dead.
Knives cutting into me, scalpels rip me.
Screaming into their deaf ears, now they stop and see my tears.
Help me, I'm not dead, wake me from this hell, tell me I'm alive,

Dead.
I can't stop the visions, stop the premonitions.
My soul can't escape the boundaries of my flesh. My heart does not

beat, my spirit does not rest.
They said I have died, I still feel alive, I won't believe their

lies, I can still see through these...eyes.

перевод: "Видения сквозь мёртвые глаза" (Rotting Christ) »

2. Fucked With A Knife

No escape from your fate, destined to be mine.
Every night I wait to see, in the night, watching.
Stalking your every move, I know when you're alone.
All alone.

Tied tight to the bed, legs spread apart.
Bruised flesh, lacerations, skin stained with blood.
I'm the only one you love, I feel her heart beating.
My knife deep inside, her crotch is bleeding.

She liked the way it felt inside her, fucking her, harder, harder.
She liked the way it felt inside her, fucking her, harder, harder.

Stick it in, rip the skin.
Carve and twist, torn flesh.
From behind, I cut her crotch. In her ass, I stuck my cock.
Killing as I cum.

перевод: "Трахнувшаяся с ножом" (Rotting Christ) »

3. Stripped, Raped, And Strangled

They think they know who I am.

All they know is I love to kill.
Face down, dead on the ground.

Find me before another is found.
I come alive in the darkness.

Left murdered and nameless.
Dead unburied and rotten, half eaten by insects.
She was so beautiful, I had to kill her.
Tied her up, taped her mouth shut.
Couldn't scream, raped violently.
Rope tight, around her throat.
Her body twitches as she chokes.
Strangulation caused her death just like all the others.
Raped before and after death, stripped, naked, tortured.
They're all dead, they're all dead, they're all dead, by
strangulation.
I come alive in the darkness.

Left murdered and nameless.
Dead unburied and rotten, half eaten by insects.
It Felt so good to kill.
Strangulation caused her death just like all the others.
Raped before and after death, stripped, naked, tortured.
They're all dead, they're all dead, they're all dead, by strangulation.
I come alive in the darkness.
Left murdered and nameless.

Dead unburied and rotten, half eaten by insects.
They think they know who I am.

All they know is I love to kill.
Face down, dead on the ground.

Find me before another is found.

перевод: "Раздета, изнасилована и задушена" (Rotting Christ) »

4. Pulverised

Temptation to kill again, the sensation comes over me.
An addiction to murdering, I can't stop killing.

You tried to stop me, dead, before you started.
Put me away, before I put another in the grave.

Pulverized, knocked down, it came up behind me. In the dark.
Overwhelmed, I feel life slip from me, this isn't happening,
pulverized.
I won't sustain these injuries, pick up the pieces of me.

Temptation to kill again, the sensation comes over me.
An addiction to murdering, I can't stop killing.

You tried to stop me, dead, before you started.
Put me away, before I put another in the grave.

Pulverized, knocked down, it came up behind me. In the dark.
Overwhelmed, I feel life slip from me, this isn't happening,
pulverized.
I won't sustain these injuries, pick up the pieces of me.

Temptation to kill again, the sensation comes over me.
An addiction to murdering, I can't stop killing.
You tried to stop me, dead, before you started.
Put me away, before I put another in the grave.

Pulverized.

An addiction to murdering, I can't stop.

перевод: "Распылённый" (Rotting Christ) »

5. Return To Flesh

Bleeding wounds never heal even after death.
Murdered dead look on from beyond.
Never to return.

No way back at all, trapped.
Between life and death, we can't return to flesh.

I'm dead now, life has passed.
In the grave, no life left.
Move on to, the other side.
Rotten, I have died.

Murder, took my life away. I will never rest.
Dead, reaching from the grave.
So cold in this place.

I'm dead now, life has passed.
In the grave, no life left.
Move on to, the other side.
Rotten, I have died.

Murder, took my life away.
I will never rest.
Dead, reaching from the grave.
So cold in this place.

No way back at all, trapped.
Between life and death, I will come back.

перевод: "Возвращение к плоти" (Rotting Christ) »

6. The Pix – Axe Murders

You thought it was over, it's not over.
I came back, I brought my axe
In the shadows, alone in the dark, young victims I stalk.
You thought it was over, it's not over. I came back.
From the grave, to mutilate.
Axed in the back, pick through the neck, dead like the rest.
Molested and left, limbs split in half, I rupture their flesh.
Puncture wounds to the head.
Bone fragments clot to the hatchet.
Knee deep in the blood of the dead.
Cranial separation, sex with her severed head.
Rotten walking dead.
Hunting living victims.

перевод: "Убийства киркой" (Rotting Christ) »

7. She Was Asking For It

Take me back, back to the scene, it's coming back,
I remember her screams.
The fear in her eyes, the night she died, it left me empty, hollow
inside. Dead to the world, I see only black, there's blood on my hands.
Dead to the world, I see only black, the blood of the dead.
Feelings deep inside I don't understand.
Can't fall asleep at night, I try and wake in fright.
Touch of her skin, next to mine, warm and wet, deep inside.

Dead to the world, I see only black, there's blood on my hands.
Dead to the world, I see only black, the blood of the dead.

I wrapped my hands around her neck, squeezing out her breath.
Eyes rolled back in her head, clawing at my skin.
I know now it's not my fault, she was asking for it.
Memories, come back to me.
In the night, I hear her screaming, waiting.
In the grave, calling out.

Come to me, I hear her screaming.
Waiting – in the grave, calling out, but she's buried.
Waiting – in the grave, come to me.
I hear her screaming, waiting.

I wrapped my hands around her neck, squeezing out her breath.
Eyes rolled back in her head, clawing at my skin.
I know now it's not my fault, she was asking for it.

Memories, come back to me.
In the night, I hear her screaming, waiting.
In the grave, calling out.

I remember the screams, the night she died.
I left her empty, hollow inside.

Dead to the world, I see only black, there's blood on my hands.
Dead to the world, I see only black, the blood of the dead.

перевод: "Она просила об этом" (Rotting Christ) »

8. The Bleeding

Bleeding

Slicing through the flesh, a knife stuck in your neck.
Stabbing out your eyes, cutting through the spine.

Blood burning through my veins.
We have risen from the grave.

Live, life.

Dead for years, now alive, the dead came to life.

Dead creatures out for blood, after death we will awaken.
Unhuman beings from beyond. Rotting zombies out for blood.

Bleed, bleed.

Bleeding through my pores, clotted pus, crusts my skin.
My body cold, but I live on.
Bleeding.

The dead awaken, living rotten.
Rotting living dead.

Slicing through the flesh, a knife stuck in your neck.
Stabbing out your eyes, cutting through the spine.

Blood burning through my veins.
We have risen from the grave.

Live, life. – dead.

перевод: "Кровотечение" (Rotting Christ) »

9. Force Fed Broken Glass

Flesh starts to rip, gouging through skin.
From the throat, blood gushes.
Glandular eruption.
Blistered skin secretion.
Internal punctures.
Blood regurgitation.

Shredded muscle tissue.
Wounds too deep to heal.
Severed esophagus.
Tongue split in half.
Lungs full with blood.
As vocal chords collapse.

Oral sex with broken glass.
Ruptured flesh, ripped through the neck.
Mutilate, pulsing veins.
Sliced windpipe.

Flesh starts to rip, gouging through skin.
From the throat, blood gushes.
Glandular eruption.
Blistered skin secretion.

Wounds too deep to heal in me.
Torn trachea.
Splintered skin.
Down the throat.
Choke.
Lungs fill with blood.
As vocal chords collapse.
Oral sex, with broken glass.

перевод: "Разбитое с силой стекло" (Rotting Christ) »

10. An Experiment In Homicide

Walk away, into the dark. Come my way, terror.
I am the evil within each soul.
I take the spirits of those I kill.
Murdered.
Decomposition, the body rots.
Rotting, rotting body parts.
I killed the first to experiment.

I don't want to hurt you, I just want to kill you.

Torture, I start to cut.
Carving, blood slowly clots.
Horrors, mutilations.
Homicidal experimentation.

I set the dead on fire, to decay in flame.
Homicidal desire.

More are marked for murder.
More victims to capture.

Butchered.

Bodies hang dead. Drained of all their blood.
Pieces sewn on backwards, necks with no heads.
Mutilated, dead.

Homicidal desire, more are marked for murder.
More victims to butcher.

перевод: "Эксперименты в убийстве" (Rotting Christ) »