The Festering of Entrails and Other Fine Side Dishes

Welcome to my humble kitchen
 Where the maggots writhe in gore
 Where the putrid reek is overwhelming
 The final rest is here assured
 They call me "The chef of death"
 That's my name, my epithet
 The culinarian of the deceased
 A macabre gourmet feast
 Corpses
 In the oven
 Voices
 In my head
 For the sake of recycling
 I prepare your carrion
 In true a la carte fashion
 Creme de la creme
 A la homo sapiens
 Boiled into jam, your brain is melting
 Your skull is used as bowl
 Hacked into stew
 Thrown into the oven
 The boiling pots of haggis on the stove are made of children
 Eyelids in a biscuit tin
 Pudding made from human skin
 Gutted, drained and empty
 Preparing
 A feast of grand proportions
 Slobbing, grinding, ripping
 Tearing, separating skin from flesh
 Pardon, s'il vous plaît.
 Serveur, un oeil dans ma soupe
 Aidez moi
 J'ai vendu le beurre et perdu de l'argent
 J'ai pris une merde dans le placard bleu
 Hum hum, monsieur Karlsson est un porrrceh!
 Drain the pus and bile from the bladder with a straw
 Dispose unwanted limbs, such as arms with a saw
 The dish should now be ready to be served to the pigs
 An old family recipe that has held the test of time
 The festering of entrails and other fine side dishes