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[01:04.20]Welcome to where the dead things are
[01:08.79]Flesh fresh from the womb
[01:12.42]Still warm, still kicking, still life.
[01:16.08]The grief in the eyes of those who remain
[01:21.45]Nekionatalenheten
[01:24.12]The shadow of death is filling the room
[01:27.81]Nekionatalenheten
[01:30.52]Where the voice of life is put to sleep
[01:34.19]Nekionatalenheten
[01:37.77]The sun must pass the darkness rules
[01:41.35]Nekionatalenheten
[01:44.14]Where the angel of death claims its sacrifices
[02:01.21]Nekionatalenheten
[02:04.95]An institution of death
[02:08.50]Nekionatalenheten
[02:11.28]No life here only death is real
[02:14.97]Nekionatalenheten
[02:18.58]Feeling no presence only the stench of death
[02:22.15]Nekionatalenheten
[02:25.78]No escaping by life only by death
[02:52.92]As the new-born, still-born is put away
[02:59.35]7 babies for the beast
[03:06.56]Dissecting, selecting the best pieces
[03:13.51]Boiling the fat away
[03:21.65]Gleaming bones in disturbing shapes
[03:25.25]I shape with henzied precision
[03:29.73]Hungering for perfection
[03:35.28]I create
[03:37.94]Science and madness
[03:42.49]I reveal
[03:45.12]The secrets of the flesh.
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