Sanoja: 1349. Beyond The Apocalypse. Necronatalenheten.

Welcome to where the dead things are
Flesh fresh from the womb
Still warm, still kicking, still life..
The grief in the eyes of those who remain

Nekionatalenheten
-the shadow of death is filling the room
Nekionatalenheten
-where the voice of life is put to sleep
Nekionatalenheten
-the sun must pass the darkness rules
Nekionatalenheten
-where the angel of death claims its sacrifices

Nekionatalenheten
-an institution of death
Nekionatalenheten
-no life here only death is real
Nekionatalenheten
-feeling no presence only the stench of death
Nekionatalenheten
-no escaping by life only by death

As the new-born, still-born is put away
7 babies for the beast
dissecting, selecting the best pieces

Boiling the fat away
Gleaming bones in disturbing shapes
I shape with henzied precision
Hungering for perfection

I create
Science and madness
I reveal
The secrets of the flesh.