Sir John Songtext
von Carach Angren

"Scalpel, Clamps
Pull him to the ground
No innocent hands!
Every second counts!
Cut! Through his skin thick blood flows
No anaesthesia as I dig in!"

Spleen! ...
...uncovered, brutally removed
So wasteful, tasteful
Eaten from within

"Stitch...
...him back up so he survives
Eating intestines to keep ourselves alive"

"Thirteen days starving to death
Since they bombed this place
All the roads blocked the forest stocked full of mines

No there is no escape!"


Half the village died, animals fled
Plague lurking like a ticking time bomb
The stench of death

"I won′t regret
Doctor! Use your craft!
Now amputate my hand so I can eat!"

I can eat!...

Forced beyond sanity!
(They kept themselves alive)
Lost all their dignity

"Forceps, clamps
Pull him to the ground
No innocent hands
Every second counts
Cut through his skin
Thick blood flows.
No anaesthesia as I dig in!"


More of them died
Putrefied
But the surgeon lived on
Fed on their organs, limbs
A blood hunger
Never satisfied
Soon he realized
His raid of death had come to an end

No living soul left, for his hunger driven theft
Killed them all!

"But I must eat!

Just a little piece of me! (Come to daddy!)

He must eat!"

Twenty days almost starved to death
In this forsaken place.
Found by soldiers who brought him back.
He was safe.
Comatose, little did he know
What horrors slowly crawled
Upon him once he arose.
("Severe war traumas") he was told.

"Mouth guard, Strap
Pull him to the ground
No innocent hands!
Every second counts."
He ate his own tongue
Thick blood flows
"We are losing him!"
Heart fails

So wasteful, tasteful
Eaten from within
This blood hunger
Grown to be a part of him
Never satisfied
In his last moment realized
His raid of death had come to an end