No Flesh Shall Be Spared Lyrics

Graves robbed of their coffins

The ever-bustling streets, void of their whores

Children lost in commotion

And untended beasts, vanish at night

Needles threaded with sinew

Dulled down old blades sharpened anew

Saws clad in corrosion

Rusted, worn-out teeth, yearning for blood

A master of his craft

With intent, divine

And his subjects lined up, for reconstruction

Our artisan of flesh

Has each stiffened limb

Meticulously stitched, back to function

Deep in the shadows, he's forming sculptures out of bone and of marrow

His raw material taken straight from the gallows and reinfused with insatiable hunger

The price to be reborn

Graves robbed of their coffins

The ever-bustling streets, void of their whores

Children lost in commotion

And untended beasts, vanish at night

Through years of dedication

He manufactures life

With ironclad determination

The master of his craft, is better left unknown

His disposition of flesh shall not be questioned