ANTROPOFAGUS - No Waste of Flesh

ANTROPOFAGUS MORTIS DOCTI GENUA

1.Welcome to My Slaughterhouse    0'46
2. Loving You in Decay                    5'15
3. Recollections of Human Habits     2'48
4. Thick Putrefaction Stink                4'49
5. 37°F                                          4'22
6. Necrophobic*                             1'35
7. Vent to Perversion                       3'41
8. Bloody Art of Postmortem Sex     3'53
9. No Waste of Flesh                       3'55
10. Bloodhunger                               3'49
11. Bloodfeast......Feastbeast              6'02
total time: 40'55

Void - bass
Rigel - drums
Argento - vocals
Meatgrinder - guitars

MIXED & RECORDED BY PAOLO VALENTI AT BLACK STUDIO IN AUGUST `99.
ALL SONGS ARRANGED BY ANTROPOFAGUS.
*NECROPHOBIC IS TAKEN FROM SLAYER'S "REIGN IN BLOOD".
GRAPHIC DESIGN BY ARGENTO, MEATGRINDER & LUIGI M.MENNELLA.
LOGO BY VOID. PHOTOS BY JOSE TRAGLIA & ARGENTO. PICTURES BY CINZIA FIGOLI.
GRAPHIC/LAYOUT SUPERVISION & DIGITAL TREATMENTS BY LUIGI M.MENNELLA.
EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: GIOVANNI INDORATO.

CONTACT: DANIELE "ARGENTO" ORZATI, VIA BORZOLI, 15 C/28, 16153, GENOVA, ITALY

SPECIAL THANKS TO: GIOVANNI INDORATO (BEYOND...PROD), PAOLO VALENTI & BLACK STUDIO, JOSE TRAGLIA FOR PHOTOS, MATTIA BARBERO FOR HIS HELP ON LYRICS, CINZIA FIGOLI FOR HER PICTURES, LUIGI M.MENNELLA, THANKS & HELLO TO ALL THE PEOPLE WHO HELPED US.
NECROPHOBIC IS DEDICATED TO VIRUS.

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WELCOME TO MY SLAUGHTERHOUSE
(INTRO BY ANTROPOFAGUS)

LOVING YOU IN DECAY
(MUSIC: MEATG., VOID    LYRICS: ARGENTO)

IS THERE A ZOMBI LOVE? I WANT TO LOVE A ZOMBI.
LOVE AFTER DEATH IS THE TRUE REALITY:
MY QUICK PUTREFACTION HELPS ME TO UNDERSTAND MY LIFE... OUR LIFE
(I) LOVE YOU IN DECAY
(I) LOVE YOU IN DECAY
THE PERSON I LOVE WILL BE ROTTEN AT THE POINT OF DEATH.
I WANT TO LOVE HER... WITH HER TAKEN OFF FINGERS,
WITH HER CHEEK'S TENDONS EXPOSED TO LIGHT WIND, BLOWING BY NOW PERENNIAL,
TO SWEEP AWAY THE ORGANIC REMAINS WHOSE FUCKED AFTER DEATH.
I WANT TO LOVE HER UNTIL TOTAL DESTRUCTION DAY.
I WANT TO SEE FEASTING VERMINS UPON US, UPON US THE STENCH OF PUTREFACTION.
OUR BODIES PULVERIZING AFTER THE LAST FUCK,
TO UNDERSTAND OUR WALKING WITH DANGLING HEADS AND WITHERED BODIES.
MAYBE WE ARE HERE TO BECOME DUST AND TO ROAM,
BROUGHT BY THE WIND, UNTIL THE DAY IN WHICH THE EARTH WILL BECOME A VERMINS' MASS
AND WILL START WANDERING DECOMPOSING.
JUST THEN I'D LIKE TO SMELL THE ONE FINAL SCENT OF DEATH (AND PUTREFACTION)...
I WANT TO LOVE YOU IN DECAY MY BELOVED, LAND OF MINE.
WE WERE AND WE'RE ZOMBIES,
ONCE WE TRIED TO HIDE TIME'S DEFECTS, BUT NOW REALLY LOVE EACH OTHER.
(I) LOVE YOU IN DECAY
(I) LOVE YOU IN DECAY
...AND I'D LIKE OUR REMAINS TO WANDER TOGETHER FOREVER.
I LOVE YOU AS YOU'RE ZOMBI, AS YOU WANT TO TASTE WITH ME THE END.

RECOLLECTIONS OF HUMAN HABITS
(MUSIC: MEATG.    LYRICS: ARGENTO)

MEMORIES OF HABITS DURING LIFE,
MEMORIES OF CARNAL LUST...
TWO ZOMBIES DRIVEN
BY RECIPROCAL SMELL OF FLESH.
TWO STINKING CORPSES:
FINGERS TAKEN OFF,
SWINGING ROTTEN HEADS,
CLOTHES COVERED WITH BLOOD.
THE DEAD TOUCHED EACH OTHER,
SEEKING FOR THE RECIPROCAL SEXUAL ORGAN.
TWO STINKING CORPSES SEEKING FOR
SEXUAL PLEASURE, MEMORIES OF CARNAL LUST...
TWO CORPSES STARTED TO DEVOUR EACH OTHER:
FIRST THE PENIS NOW DEAD,
AFTER A LONG VAGINAL GNAWING.
MEMORY OF SEX BEFORE BECOMING ZOMBI...
THE DEAD, RAVISHED BY EXCITEMENT,
STARTED TO DESTROY RECIPROCALLY,
OPENING WOUNDS ALL OVER THE BODIES
TO ATTAIN THE TOTAL COLLAPSE.
ON THE GROUND JUST A HEAP OF ROTTEN ORGANS,
TWO HEADS TAKEN OFF,
STILL TRYING TO BITE, TO EAT.
MEMORIES OF HABITS DURING LIFE...
POOL OF BLOOD AND ROTTEN FLESH
IN THE HOUSE OF THE ANCIENT CARNAL LUST.

THICK PUTREFACTION STINK
(MUSIC: MEATG., VOID     LYRICS: ARGENTO)

A TOMB BEFORE HER, A BIG WISH FOR DESECRATION.
SHE WAS LONGING TO BRING THE CORPSE OBLITERATION.
A SADISTIC INTENT OF MUTILATION, OF BLOOD! OF GORE! OF SLASHING!
SHE WANTED TO AVENGE HERSELF ON THE WOMAN NOW DEAD
FOR NOT HAVING RETURNED HER PERVERSE LESBOLOVE.
HER SPITE CRIED OUT FOR VENGEANCE.
SHE EXHUMED THE BODY AND PUT IT IN A SACK,
THEN WENT TO THE CHAPEL; HER PUSSY WAS WET.
THERE SHE GAVE VENT TO HER GROTESQUE LESBO
PERVERSION, OF BLOOD! OF GORE! OF SLASHING!
ON THE ALTAR SHE STARTED LICKING AND MASTURBATING
THE BODY WITH AN HOOK, A BUTCHER'S HOOK.
A CORPSE BEFORE HER, A BIG WISH FOR DESECRATION.
SHE WAS LONGING TO BRING THE CORPSE OBLITERATION.
A SADISTIC INTENT OF MUTILATION.
A DRUNK UNDERTAKER CAME VERY SILENTLY,
THE GIRL WAS FRIGHTENED BY HIM, BUT
HE WANTED TO FUCK, NOTHING ELSE,
HER PUSSY WAS MORE AND MORE WET!!!
THEY STARTED FUCKING,
SHE PRESSED HER VAGINAL LIPS AND TORE HIS PENIS UP;
THEN SHE SLIPPED THE HOOK UP THE UNDERTAKER'S ASS
AND SHE RIPPED HIM FROM THE ASS TO THE NECK...
HER CUNT WAS MORE OVER EXCITED BY THICK PUTREFACTION STINK.
SHEE TOOK THE VERMINS FROM THE CORPSE ON THE ALTAR
AND PUT THEM INTO THE BACK OF THE MAN,
HER VORACIOUS PUSSY WAS FINALLY SATISFIED?!?

37°F
(MUSIC: MEATG.    LYRICS: ARGENTO)

"SHIT! THE DINNER! THIRTY SEVEN DEGREES!
I'VE TO LOWER COLD-STORE TEMPERATURE: THE CORPSE IS GOING TO PUTREFY.
I DON'T KNOW HOW LONG I'LL BE ABLE TO DEVOUR HER."

OUR MASTER OF CULINARY ART NOW DISMEMBERS THE CORPSE.
HE'S COVERED WITH BLOOD. HE'S FUCKING EXCITED.
HE CANNOT COME BACK ON THE BLOOD CALL.
HE'S FUCKING EXCITED. HE'S COVERED WITH BLOOD.

"MAYBE IT'S NOT NORMAL DOING THAT. MAYBE SHE WANTED TO LIVE?!
MAYBE THE GIRL (NOW DEAD) DOESN'T LOVE ME?!
SHIT! MAYBE I AM A FUCKING PSYCHOPATIC!

NO! NOW SHE'S MORE BEAUTIFUL! BLOODY! MAYBE WANTED TO LIVE?!
NO! I AM NOT A PSYCHOPATIC! GORE! BLOOD! YEAH!"

OUR MASTER OF ANTHROPOPHAGY ART NOW DISMEMBERS THE CORPSE.
HE'S FUCKING EXCITED. HE'S COVERED WITH BLOOD.
"GORE! BLOOD! YEAH!"
ANTROPOPHAGY AND SEX WITH DEAD.

"MAYBE IT'S NOT NORMAL DOING THAT. MAYBE SHE WANTED TO LIVE?!
MAYBE THE GIRL DOESN'T LOVE ME?!
I AM NOT A PSYCHOPATIC!

MAYBE IN THE BLADDER HAS REMAINED URINE:
I HAVE HERE THE STRAW. DO YOU WANT TO FUCK?
GORE! BLOOD! YEAH!"
A POOL OF BLOOD. NO BODY ANYMORE.
"IT HAS BEEN A BIG FEED!"

NECROPHOBIC
(MUSIC AND LYRICS BY HANNEMAN & KING)

VENT TO PERVERSION
(MUSIC: MEATG.    LYRICS: ARGENTO)

FLESH STINKING MASSES COME INTO THE HOLY PLACE
DEAD BODIES WANNA DEVOUR THE SERVANTS OF GOD.
THE CHURCH STARTS BLOODPAINTING
THE PRIEST IS AFRAID TO DIE, HE PRAYS FOR HIS SALVATION.
HE WANTS HIS SALVATION: WHERE'S HIS FAITH IN GOD?
AN HUGE CRUCIFIX TURNS IN HIS NEW ARM,
SELF DEFENCE BECOMES PLEASURE.
THE PRIEST, GONE BERSERK,
STARTS TEARING TO PIECES ZOMBIES HEADS, PIERCING THEM,
MAKING THEM SQUIRT OUT BLOOD.
THEY COME ONE AFTER THE OTHER.
HE ADMINISTERS THEM HOLY COMMUNION
DESTROYING THEIR ROTTEN BODIES.
HE'S NOW COVERED WITH GORE.
HE COMES AND GIVES VENT TO HIS PERVERSION.
THE SERVANT OF GOD, SURROUNDED, FALLS.
HIS THROAT'S BITTEN, HIS BODY'S EVISCERATED;
HE WAKES UP SMILING, A NEW LIFE STARTS NOW FOR HIM:
WITH ONE HAND HE BEARS HIS GUTS,
WITH THE OTHER HE'S ALREADY LOOKING FOR
LIVING FRESH FLESH.

BLOODY ART OF POSTMORTEM SEX
(MUSIC: MEATG.    LYRICS: ARGENTO)

CANNOT COME BACK ON THE BLOODCALL!!!

DEVOURED BY HIS OWN PSICHE...
HIS VICTIMS SAW THE HELL THROUGH THE YOUNG SADIST,
HE WANTED TO SEE THE PAIN THROUGH THE GIRL HE LOVED.

SHE WAS CRYING SCARED, AS HE STARTED HIS GAME.
THE GIRL SCREAMED WHILE HE WAS CUTTING HER BREAST,
AS THE BLOOD SPURTED AND FLOWED.

BLOODY ART OF POSTMORTEM SEX.

THE BOY BEGAN TO QUARTER HIS VICTIM,
SHE WAS WAITING IN AGONY FOR HER DEATH.
HER PAIN FITTED BOY'S LUST.
IN FRONT OF HIM A SKINNED CORPSE
TIED BY THE WRISTS AT THE BUTCHER'S HOOK.

ON THE FLOOR A SEA OF BLOOD AND FLESH,
THE FLESH HE LOVED,
THE FLESH THAT DETACHED HIM FROM THE GIRL.
TIED BY THE WRISTS AT THE BUTCHER'S HOOK.

BLOODY ART OF POSTMORTEM SEX.

DEVOURED BY HIS OWN PSICHE...
HIS VICTIMS SAW THE HELL THROUGH THE YOUNG SADIST,
HE WANTED TO SEE THE PAIN THROUGH THAT GIRL.
HE TOOK HER SKINNED FACE AND WORE IT AS A MASK...

NOW HER BEAUTY WOULD HAVE BEEN OF HIS FOREVER.

NO WASTE OF FLESH
(MUSIC: MEATG., VOID, ARGENTO     LYRICS: ARGENTO)

RECONSTRUCTING THAT CORPSE WAS
AN HARD EXPLOIT, FOR AN EXPERT CORPSE REBUILDER TOO.
A SEVERE INCIDENT HAD MAIMED THE BODY,
BUT IT HAD TO BE UNDAMAGED,
CLEAN, AND MADE-UP FOR THE FUNERAL.
HE ALWAYS FOUND THE POSITIVE SIDE IN HIS WORK.
HE WAS DISGUSTED BY DEATH, MAKING VICTIMS EVERYDAY;
GOD GAVE HIM MANY DEAD, IT WASN'T RIGHT THEY
BECAME FOOD FOR VERMINS, THUS, FROM MANY YEARS,
HE HAD BEEN CARRYING AT HOME THE MOST
FRESH PIECES OF FLESH. HE ATE'EM WITH GLUTTONY,
WATCHING HIS LOVED SADO-MOVIES.
HE WAS FAT AS A STINKING SWINE,
HIS YELLOW SICKLY STICKY SWEAT DRIPPED
FROM HIS FOREHEAD AND HIS ARMPITS.
TO MASTURBATE HE HAD TO HEAVE HIS LIMP BELLY,
TO CONTENT HIS LITTLE PENIS
HE KEPT AT HOME A COLLECTION OF PUSSIES.
HIS WIFE WAS JEALOUS, BUT SHE DIDN'T DARE
ASKING FOR DIVORCE, AS SOME MUTILATED DICK
WAS PLEASANT FOR HER TOO.
IN THIS WAY THEY GAVE VENT TO THEIR HEAVY SEXUAL
REPRESSIONS, WHEN HIS WIFE, WORN OUT
BY MENOPAUSE AND MUTILATED DICK
WAS COMPLAINING ABOUT HER QUEER
CONJUGAL LIFE, HE USUALLY SAID:
"NO WASTE OF FLESH!!!"

BLOODHUNGER
(MUSIC: MEATG., VOID, ARGENTO     LYRICS: ARGENTO)

Chorus 1
HUNGER FOR EXTINCTION OF THE HUMAN RACE,
TO SUFFER AND TO HURT FOR PLEASURE.
TAKING DELIGHT IN SEEING BLOOD SQUIRTING.

WILL OF GETTING THE EXTREME PLEASURE, SELF-CONTEMPT,
FEELING THE... THE EXTREME PLEASURE OF FLESH.
VISIONS-BLOODRIVERS SQUIRTING.
YOU KNOW-CORPOREAL TORTURE'S THE LAST ONE.
TAKE THE LANCET, START THE DEED,
BEGIN TO SLASH YOUR NAKED BODY.
SCRAM WITH PLEASURE (AND PAIN), DREAD DISAPPEARS,
PLEASURE RISES AS THE SPEED OF THE LANCET!
BLOODHUNGER, YELLOW WALLS BLOODSTAINS,
YOU ARE NOW COVERED WITH BLOOD.
TOP OF THE PLEASURE, TOTAL EXCITEMENT:
YOUR PENIS AMPUTATED.
OPEN A PASSAGE IN THE STOMACH,
THROW YOUR MEMBER INSIDE, THEN DIE!!

Chorus 1

YOU KNOW-CORPOREAL TORTURE'S THE LAST ONE.
BLOODHUNGER, YELLOW WALLS BLOODSTAINS,
YOU ARE NOW COVERED WITH BLOOD.
YOUNG BROTHERS FIND THE CORPSE.
CADAVER'S SATISFIED FACE ATTRACTS GUYS ATTENTION.
DESIRE OF PLEASURE STRIP, TAKE THE LANCET THAT NIGHT...
WE ARE THE SONS OF BLOOD, AS WE LIVE BY BLOODHUNGER.
WE ARE THE SONS OF PLEASURE, AS WE DIE BY BLOODHUNGER.

BLOODFEAST......FEASTBEAST
(MUSIC: MEATG., VOID    LYRICS: ARGENTO, MATTIA)

Chorus 1
PERVERSION,
BLOODLUST,
HUMAN FLESH,
BLOODFEAST,
EVIL AND FLESH!

Chorus 2
FIRST EAT FLESH,
THEN DRINK BLOOD,
FINALLY YOU FUCK THE CORPSE.
CUISINE AND SEX,
THESE THINGS ARE YOUR LIFE, YOUR BREATH!

Chorus 1

Chorus 2