By night I return to the storage shed, Anxious to catch a glimpse of the dead, Nervously, I unbolt the door, Making my way into this abatoir... Hot air
lyrixxx - Matt Harvey, 1995] By night I return to the storage shed, Anxious to catch a glimpse of the dead, Nervously, I unbolt the door, Making my way
Translation: Exhumed. In My Human Slaughterhouse....
