Sarcator - Manic Rapture

As time passed by in the years of pain, under genocidal inspection
In the place that no one sees, their realm of morbidity
Hidden now under layers of ash, many wasted lives
Limited freedom, mass hypnotic moves

Day in day out on your daily bed, the mortuary table
To be cut until you're silenced
Living autopsy
Epidemic bioweapons
How much can you take when you're bound to the stake

Wartime horror
Biological warfare
Injected sickness
Palace of human disease
Vivisections in the name of research
How long can you last with your internal bleedings
How long with your organs removed
Sadistic investigation - that they need to prove

What will be your limit?
What will cause your death?
Remind yourself of these words
In the time that you have left
What will be your limit?
What will cause your death?
Remind yourself of these words
In the time that you have left

Their targets the antipartisians, their human mice

As the winter comes, and the cold draws near
What will be your peak of just surviving
A coat of ice forms over the flesh
And the limbs frozen solid

Day in day out on your daily bed, the mortuary table
To be cut until you're silenced
Living autopsy
Epidemic bioweapons
How much can you take when you're bound to their
Manic rapture!

What will be your limit?
What will cause your death?
Remind yourself of these words
In the time that you have left
What will be your limit?
What will cause your death?
Remind yourself of these words
In the time that you have left