Video Pelt Of Innocent Flesh de Aaron Kitcher 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Aaron Kitcher - Pelt Of Innocent Flesh Lyrics

Welcome to my beautiful creation where the carcasses of children suspend
This is my slaughterhouse of sadistic faith; the divine cathedral of foetal skin

Welcome to my beautiful creation: the divine cathedral of sin
Witness my homage to perfection – an everlasting tomb of perversion
Each pelt branded with the symbol of God
Skin dried... the raw hide entwined

The hooks slip through their soft, supple heads
One by one I grab them from the heap
Flayed 'til they're skinless, lifeless, lubricated
The echo of their screams sing like a gospel melody

My mind paints a glorious picture
As I take these lifeless children hand in hand and glide across the cathedral floor...
A vulgar distraction
My insanity morphs this reality; a malevolent enlightenment

Come upon the chapel where the stench of flesh is arousing
The children's screams peak through the floorboards
Erect as I walk through this manor of sin, the evisceration begins
The conveyor belt slowly descends to harvest the purest meat for this sacred feast
This vile incarnate, we gag and suffocate only to crave rape, dissect and mutilate

Hell confined within the cathedral of sin
The evisceration begins
The conveyor belt slowly descends to harvest the purest meat for this sacred feast
The vile incarnate, we gag and we suffocate only to crave rape, dissect and mutilate
Dissect and mutilate

The children's screams peak through the floorboards
Erect as I walk through this manor of sin...
The conveyor belt still descends

Skinless foetus
Pelt of newborn flesh
Masturbating in a pelt of innocent flesh while beating this severed foetus sack
Drenched in anal leakage, this mess is putrid
Menstrual infatuation
As I force this infant period I have created with my own fist
In an effort to taste her reproductive system
Between my filthy, crooked teeth

The hooks slip through their soft, supple heads
One by one I grab them from the heap
Flayed 'til they're skinless, lifeless, lubricated
The echo of their screams sing like a gospel melody

Conscious and innocent, the dwindling living serve but one desire: orgasmic satisfaction
Forced toddler insemination

Witness my homage to rape
Each pelt branded with the symbol of God
I am the priest of infanticide
Welcome to my hell