Paroles de 'Dessert' par Non Est Deus

Some sage, some salt
This should be enough
A sauce made of cooked blood, some sugar and spices on top
The main course is ready

The dessert?
My specialty, eyeball on caramel sauce
At first the sauce
Some sugar in a heated pan, ad more and more butter
And as the sugar dissolves ad some cinnamon
To get more taste
The sauce is done

I take my sharpest knife and a mirror
Remove the upper eyelid of my left eye
The blood start to come
Remove the under eyelid

Now the spoon
Put it underneath the eyeball
And stick it in as far as possible

Now press up to push out the eyeball
A mixture of blood and slime drips out of the eye socket
As the eyeball comes out

I take a sissour to cut the optic nerve
But its harder then I thought
Many vessels stick together
My awareness starts to fade

I see thousands of colors
Every cut is like a lightning

One last cut
And its done
I vomited 3 times and pissed my self 4 times

The pain is undescribable
I wish I could kill my self
But no deadly sin
Will be forgiven by the father

I keep going with the dish
Cut open the eyeball and remove the hard ingredients
Peel of the slime

Some lemon juice and sugar
Pour the souce over it and we are done
The perfect meal for you my lord!

But my stumps keep bleeding and I feel I start to faint
And I close my left eye, and a smile comes to my face
I served you well my lord