Incisions made, tearing flesh, ripping organs, strung up to bleed, gravity showers you in your own filth. 做切口，撕肉，剥去内脏，串起了流血，重力阵雨你在自己的污秽。

Still squirming, eyes open as I gaze at my masterpiece, these gaping wounds tell a story. 还在蠕动，眼睛睁开，因为我注视着我的杰作，这些裂开的伤口讲一个故事。

Your life is worth nothing. 你的生活是没有价值。

You're a worthless cunt, believing if you have a choice to live or die. 你是个不值钱的阴户，相信如果你有选择的死活。

As I nail your torso to the floor, they pierce vital organs. 正如我钉你的身体在地板上，他们刺穿重要器官。

What do you have left to offer? 那你要留下来提供？

Eyes rolling back, bloodshot eyes, bleeding from all orifices, bloodmarking time like an hour glass, you cannot scream with your mouth sewn shut. 眼睛回滚，布满血丝的眼睛，从各个管口出血， bloodmarking时间就像一个沙漏，你不能尖叫与你的嘴缝闭。

Violently hacking into your throat, I finish decapitation, another lifeless carcass left to rot. 猛烈地侵入你的喉咙，我完成斩首，另一死气沉沉的胴体荒郊。

I've conquered man. 我已经征服了男人。

I am the birth. 我的诞生。

I am death. 我的死亡。

Upon the table lies a corpse, a chunk of rotting flesh, a work of art, a perfect kill. 在该表位于一具尸体，腐烂肉一大块，一件艺术品，完美击杀。

I'm basking in the stench. 我沉醉在恶臭。

I'll keep your ears as fucking trophies, hanging round my neck. 我会把你的耳朵是他妈的奖杯，挂在我脖子上。

To hear the sounds of screams echo till the very end, I am the death creator. 听到尖叫的声音回响，直到最后一刻，我是死的创造者。

I am the fucking end. 我是他妈的到底。