No Guts No Glory - Pungent Stench

Since his childhood he’s a spot of bother

Raped and abused by his drunk stepfather

The looks of a lamb, but the mind of a shark

He’d rip your sorry ass to shreds for a lark

Unable to play by society’s rules

A morbid obsession with sharp cutting tools

Of course, it was merely a matter of time

To let his hair down and commit his first crime

Roaming through the gutter

Looking for some blood to sputter

Dissect their innards

No guts, no glory

And watch them take their last breath

When steel meets flesh

End of the story

He is the bringer of pain and death

Stab them in the chests, multilate their breasts

Pound their heads with stones and crack their skulls and bones

Skin the folks alive, no one will survive

Dig into their belly and turning guts to jelly

Bodies beat to mush, there’s no need to rush

Several hours later they all face their creator

Killing spree — try to flee

Ooh, what a lovely night my comely maid

It’s just you and me, the stars above us and a blade

Certainly, there’s enough time to speak your last prayer

After all, I’m not a barbarian, I’m just a slayer

The first cut is the deepest, it says in a song

Well, I can asure you that Cat Stevens was wrong

Rambling through the ghetto

A man, a plan and his stiletto

Disect their innards

No guts, no glory

And watch them take their last breath

When steel meets flesh

End of the story

He is the bringer of pain and death

Dissect their bowels

No guts, no glory

And watch them take their last breath

When he meets you

That’s the end of the story

He is the bringer of pain, affliction and death