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A vocal cover of *“Butcher Vanity”* with the string-quartet style arrangement I found in the comments section of a video. The dramatic opera vibe was too good to ignore, so I tried my own take on it.
Beautiful Instrumental by ‪@renaseri‬
Lyrics were written by a commenter ‪@WAllaTurca_2701‬ (used with permission) and the original music belongs to the creator of Butcher Vanity ‪@FLAVORFOLEY‬ I’m only performing the vocals here.

Recorded in my extremely professional studio… also known as my wardrobe.

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Here are the lyrics,
They say my hunger’s profane
A beast unfit for court or stage
They plead I shun this wild refrain
Yet still I taste each mortal page

They praise restraint, a sainted vow—
But I? I crave the crimson feast
Insatiable, I vow to bow
Only when I’ve slain the breath
and take away the beast

The opera shines
I long to see your mask undone,
No peace of mind
Until your soul and flesh are one
So come, indulge, join my plate—
„Der Geschmack bringt mich in Ekstase.“
Still, I seek the vein of butchers past


To tie you up in silken lace,
Oh, how divine your form would have been
To dress you well with subtle grace,
A final dish of the tragedy
Shall I defile what death bestowed?
Nay—let no sweet morsel fade away
For love that always commands with the butcher’s code,
Each strikes a song on the blade with sharps that has been played

The stage is mine
A symphony of blood and brine
Preserved in time
Each note is dissected to align
And in this high, Ich existier’,
Im Blut liegt meine Gier.
Each taste, a prayer, devout and clear


O thy heart,
A symphony in art
My blade, my grace—
To carve the end of your life
So come, indulge, join my plate—
„Der Geschmack bringt mich in Ekstase.“
Still, I seek the butcher’s sacred vein

To cleave the soul, I dare,
To breathe your essence like the air
No forgiveness shall remain,
In rot and rigour, joy and pain
But dearest, do be grateful—
I waste no joy, no blood,
For every cut I consecrate,
A requiem for your lovely fate


To cleave the soul, I crave,
To be the death you dare save
To bless the scar, to rectify,
To birth anew, and bid goodbye
—
Your afterlife, through me divine
Communion sweet through blood and brine
So raise no fork—your flesh is mine.
I rend with teeth and hand, then bite, (laughs)

The aria swells
I yearn to see you come undone,
Still unfulfilled
Till skin and silence come as one
So come, indulge, join my plate—
„Der Geschmack bringt mich in Ekstase.“
Still, I seek the butcher’s sacred vein


now the final act—
My dear, come beneath the blade
Your pride, now cracked,
A wound exquisitely portrayed
All that I see, sixty-three,
Für dich – mein Herz – in Harmonie.
I shall wait, with mad tranquillity

O thy heart,
An artwork torn apart
My blade, my vow—
To end it all, and yet somehow
So come, indulge, join my plate—
„Der Geschmack bringt mich in Ekstase.“
Still, I seek the butcher’s sacred vein


Still, I sing, hopeless and in vain


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