Mark R Slaughter - Premeditation lyrics

Oh blade you'll warm tonight! Awash in crimson-purple flows, Your sheen will dull with aching flesh: Palpating anatomic mounds Caressing, dancing, writhing round Your metal form- Whetted ‘gainst a lonely bone, Then to probe the pounding, begging heart. And all the while the prey will howl Before they crumple; greet the mud- A taut and unbelieving jowl Will open out for giving blood- A vent from down below, Once a brutal show Of metal in the man.