EXHUMED - GORE METAL
- relapse records `98 -

NECROMANIAC

AWAKENED BY AN UNQUENCHABLE ADDICTION
TO WALK HAND IN HAND WITH DEATH
EXHUMED TO TRANSCEND TO WALLS OF THE COFFIN
I SEARCH FOR NEWLY ROTTED FLESH...
CASKET CRUSHING AND DISMANTLING THE GRAVE
WITH OTHER FIENDS IN THIS SADISTIC ENCLAVE
ON DRAUGHTS OF BLOOD MY THIRST IS SLAKED
UNDERFOOT THE MOULDY BONES BREAK...
NOCTURNAL DEVASTATION MY ONLY AIM
DEAD OR LIVING I SEEK OUT AND MAIN
SIX FEET IS THE DEPTH OF MY OBSESSION
ADDING MASTERPIECES TO MY MORBID
COLLECTION...
CORPSES LAY RIPPED LIMB FROM LIMB IN DISARRAT
A CADAVERIC SPLATTER PLATTER CARVED, HACKED
AND FLAYED
IMBIBING BLOOD AND ALCOHOL 'TIL VOMIT FLOWS RED
THEN BACK TO THE GRAVE FOR INDIGNITIES TO THE DEAD
NECROMANIAC...
THE NAKED AND THE DEAD, GORE WHORE SLASHED
OPENED HER TORSO AFTER PLUNDERING HER GASH
A BONE FUCKING, PUS GRINDING NECROMANIAC
ASSAULTING THE DEAD WITH THIS FUCKING GORE ATTACK...
IN THE NAME OF GORE I VIOLATE THE DECEASED
REST AUSSURED THAT YOU WILL NEVER REST IN PEACE
THE DUST IN THE MAUSOLEUM WILL NEVER SETTLE
FROM THE RELENTLESS POUNDING OF GORE METAL...
NECROMANIAC...
NECROMANIAC...

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INTRACRANIAL INFLAMMATION, TORMENTING MY
ADDLED GREY MATTER
BRINGS THE PRESSURE THAT BUILDS 'TIL MY
SKULL'S SET TO SHATTER
THE VEXATING PURULENT ULCER THAT PLAGUES THE
SEAT OF MY REASON
PYOSKIFYING MY SEETHING BRAIN WHILE THE PAIN
KEEPS INCREASING...
UNAFFECTED BY CHEMOTHERAPY, THE INFECTION
ACCELERATES
VOMITING VERTIGO, ASSAILING MY, AS MY
CONDITION DETERIORATES
SUPPURATING MY SANITY, AS THE PUS AND
CEREBRUM COALESCE
WE MUST ENDEAVOR SURGERY FOR THE PYO-EGRESS...
OPEN THE ABSCESS...
FERMENTING MY FACULTIES INTO A YELLOWISH
MASS OF NECROSIS
LIGUEFYING LOBES GIVE WAY TO ACUTE CEREBRO-
THROMBOSIS
THIS CONSUMING MALADY I LAMENT, WITH A
GANGRENOUS CONSCIOUSNESS CURSED
PYOMORPHIC LONGITUDINAL FISSURE SWELLS TO
THE BRIM OF A SKULL FIT TO BURST...
PURULENT PRECENTRAL GYRUS, CONSUMED BY THIS
AFFLICTION
SWELLING, SEETHING, DISTENDED VIRUS,
INCURABLE BY PRESCRIPTION
DISSECT MY FESTERED INTELLECT, OPERATE TO END
MY DISTRESS
A CONDITION IMPOSSIBLE TO CORRECT UNLESS...
OPEN THE ABSCESS...
THIS BLISTERED, BULBOUS INFLAMMATION, A
BLIGHT UPON MY BRAIN
MY MIND MADE UP OF SUPPURATION, TO END THIS
LIFE OF PAIN
CRACK THE CRANIUM, LANCE THE BOLL, ASPIRATE
THE PUS
RELEASE ME FROM THIS MORTAL COIL IN WHICH I
AM TRUSSED...

POST-MORTEM PROCEDURES

IN THE DISSECTION OF FLESH AND THE SAWING OF BONE
I'VE COAXED CONCESSIONS FROM THE LIPS OF THE DEAD
POST-MORTEM SCRUTINY THAT HAS CLINICALLY SHONE
THE HORRIFYING FACTS THAT WOULD HAVE NEVER BEEN SAID...
UNBOSOMING THEIR SECRETS IN THE SICKENING
RESULTS OF THEIR DEMISE
STOMACHING THESE WRETCHED HUMAN RIDDLES, I
CARVE, HACK AND SLICE
ILLUMINATING THE DUSTY SKELETONS THAT LURK
IN CLOSETS, BONES, BENTRAILS...
WETHER IN PIECES OR COMPLETELY DECOMPOSED, I
ASSESS WITH CLINICAL INDIFFERENCE THE
REMNANTS OF A LIFE WHICH GRISLY
CIRCUMSTANCE HAS BROUGHT TO THIS OFFICE
ENSURING THAT TRUTH SHALL ENDURE AFTER THE
FLESH HAS CRUMBLED AND ROTTED AWAY
ELUCIDATING ATROCITIES AND CARNAGE, THE
THANKLESS JOB I PERFORM DAY AFTER DAY...
PERSISTANT INCISION THAT CUT TO THE QUICK ARE
MY STOCK IN TRADE
TO SCRUTINIZE WHAT REMAINS OF A LIFE,
PAINSTAKING EFFORTS WILL HAVE TO BE MADE
AT TIMES BOTH EVIDENCE AND FLESH ARE
PROFOUNDLY ENCRYOTED AND SHRIED
IT SAN BE MURDER TO PRY ANSWERS FROM THE
MOUTH OF THE DEAD...
AGUTTED TORSO CAN POSE A BEVY OF
ANSWERLESS QUESTIONS TO DELIBERATE
PROBING WITH A SCALPEL, I EXPOSE THE MORBID
CAVITY THAT I NOW MUST EVISCERATE
UNLOCKING DEATH'S MYSTERIES WITH MY
FORCEPS, TWEEZERS A SAW
WRINGING REVELATIONS FROM A FIBULA FOSSA OF SAW...
RECORDING CONFESSIONS THAT ARE UTTERRED
WITHOUT MAKING A SOUND
FROM INFORMANTS LONG DEAD THAT I'VE CULLED
FROM THE GROUND
BENEATH THE PALLID VEIL OF COLD FLESH OR
ENSHROUDED IN THE REMAINS OF A FACE
EXHUMING THE TRUTH IS MY OCCUPATION, NO
MATTER HOW DECREPIT ITS RESTING PLACE...
WITHIN THE BOWELS OF A HORRIBLY MUTILATED
CORPSE OR A SPLATTERED BRAIN
PICKING APART FLESH I DECEIT 'TIL ONLY THE COLD
FACTS REMAIN
DEAD MAN WILL TELL TALES IF YOU KNOW HOW TO
LISTEN I LEARN
EVEN WHEN THEY'VE BEEN STABBED, BEATEN, SHOT,
HACKED UP I BURNED...
THIS MORBID QUEST FOR KNOWLEDGE IS NOT
WITHOUT ITS REWARDS
MUCH CAN BE EXTRAPOLATED FROM A DECREPIT
INFANT'S GOURD
MY BUREAU'S A SLAB MY TEXT IS A CORPSE AND
I'VE STUDIED WITH SINCERE ARDENT FERVOR
AND FOUND THAT OFTEN MAN'S INHUMANITY TO
MAN IS ALL TO WELL DESERVED...

LIMB FROM LIMB

CLEAVING AWAY AT ANY EXTREMITY
FROM HIS TORSO HIS APPENDAGES ARE RIPPED
ANOTHER PASS OF MY CHAINSAW
I HIS LEG IS DISJOINED AT THE END
CUTTING WITH MY SHOULDER BLADE
HIS FOREARM I LUSTILY SEIZE
BIT BY BIT DECONSTRUCTING HIS DEMISE
ALLOWING MY VICTIM NO PIECE...
LIMB FROM LIMB...
DISLIMBING MY VICTIMS FOR MY COLLECTION OF
SEVERED AND ROTTING KEEPSAKES
TROPHIES FOR MY ROOM DISPLAYED IN MYLAR ON
DECORATIVE PLATTERS AND STAKES
ONCE IN POSSESSION OF THE FLESHY SINEWY GEW
GAWS THAT I DEMAND
ONLY THESE QUADRAPALEGIC CADAVERS ARE LEFT
TO GIVE ME A HAND...
LIMB FROM LIMB...
TAKING HER HAND AND ARMS AND LEGS
SHE IS LEFT LOOKING QUITE STUMPED
COLLECTING THE BODY PARTS THAT I GREEDILY HOARDE
THE TORSO IS CALLOUSLY DUMPED
HER GREVIOUS WOUNDS SPILL PRECIOUS ICHOR
UPON THE MAKE SHIFT ABATTOIR'S FLOOR
BUT THE SACRIFICE IS NOT MADE IN VEIN
DONATING HER ARMS TO THE POOR...
LIMB FROM LIMB, AN UNSCRUPULOUS BARGAIN
UPON WHICH YOU CANNOT RENEG
LIMB FROM LIMB, I HAVE SO MANY, BUT I ALWAYS
HANKER FOR  MORE
LIMB FROM LIMB, AT TIMES IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO GET
A FOOT IN THE DOOR...
LIMB FROM FUCKING LIMB...
YOU MUST HAND IT TO ME AS I SPLIT YOU AT THE SEAMS
I ALWAYS GET A LEG UP ON MY VICTIMS, YOUR
ENSANGUINED PROJECTIONS I CLEAN
JIG SAWED WITHOUT MORE OF REASSEMBLY, I TAKE
WHAT'S YOURS AS MINE
YOU WATCH AS YOUR EXISTENCE SLIPS AWAY,
YOU'RE LOSING IT A PIECE AT TIME...

ENUCLEATION

FASTENED DOWN AND SECURED TO THE OPERATING TABLE
WITH SCALPELS AND CUTLERY I WILL WORK UPON
YOUR AESTHETICS
A MOST AFFLICTIVE PROCESS YOU ARE MADE TO ENDURE
WITHOUT THE SOLACING SERVICE OF A GENERAL ANESTHETIC...
FORCIBLY PENETRATING THE PALPEBRA
I GOUGE AND CUT INTO THE CILIARY BODY
SEVERING THE NERVE, YOUR EYE IS KNOCKED FROM ITS ORBIT
AS YOU CAN PLAINLY SEE...
DISSATISFIED WITH YOUR OVERALL BEING
I FORMULATE A PLAN OF OPERATION
A LARGE INCISION INTO THE ABDOMEN IS MADE
TO PERFORM GENERAL ENUCLEATION...
I GIVE YOU AN APPENDECTOMY
REMOVING ORGANS UNNECESSARY
A SPARE KIDNEY IS EXCISED
IN PAIN YOU WRITHE
I SLICE THE RENAL ARTERY
GASTRO-INTESTINAL - OTOMY
DIGESTIVE TRACT DISLOCATION
SUBJECTED TO ENUCLEATION...
WITH MONOCULAR VISION YOU CAN NOW REGARD
THE CONSTITUENTS OF YOUR GUT I HAVE DISPLACED
DEPURATING THE SHELL, YOUR THORAX
BEAUTIFULLY CARVED
YOUR ABDOMEN NOW A BARREN LANDSCAPE...
FRACTURING THE RIBCAGE WITH SANGUINEOUS
MUCO-SPUTTER
NOT YET COMPLETE CURTAILING YOUR ANATOMY
I DELVE TO THE HEART OF THE MATTER...
EXHUMING YOUR ENTRAILS
DISCARDED ORGANS GROW STALE
SEVERING THE VENTRICLE
YOUR HEART I CULL...

CASKETKRUSHER

TOMBSTONES TRAMPLED IN MY WAKE
AS I SEE TO A MATTER QUITE GRAVE
THE EARTH IS TURNED AS MY CLAIM IS STAKED
BESOILING MY PICKAXE, TROWEL AND STAVE
CASKETS POUNDED AND SPLINTERED 'TIL THEY BUST
FLESH, BONE AND CASKET GIVE WAY
IT SMASHES TO ASHES, CRUSHED TO DUST
SHATTERING THE DECEPIT GRIP OF DECAY...
DECRYPT, CASKETKRUSHER
DESTROY, CASKETKRUSHER
KRUSH, CASKETKRUSHER
DISINTERED  FROM THE SOIL
TO BLUDGEON, TRASH AND WRECK
THIS ROTTED MORTAL COIL
WRAPPED TIGHT AROUND YOUR NECK
THE SEAL IS SHATTERED IN ONE TELL BLOW
THE SPLINTERING WOOD CRUMBLING IN SHARDS
DRIVEN INTO THE STIFF DECAYING BELOW
THE RIGORS OF DEATH CAN BE HARD...
WHEN FALLS THE HAMMER INTO THE GRAVE
SO TOO WILL THE THORAX COLLAPSE
INWARD THE RIBCAGE AND STERNUM BOTH CAVE
HEART, LUNGS, AND AORTA PROLAPSE
SHATTERED SARCOPHAGUS DRIVEN THROUGH YOUR GROIN
SKEWERED ANUS NOW IN SHREDS
SHREDS OF PINE PIERCE YOUR ROTTEN LOINS
YO UTTERLY FUCKING DEAD...

DEATH MASK

ASOMBRE STUDY IN AN ASHEN SHADE OF GREY
THE HAUNTING EYES OF THE LIFELESS NOT YET ROTTEN
EMBALMING FLUID STAVES OFF INCURSIVE DECAY
CHEMICALS COURSE AND THROUGH PASSAGES
THAT LIFE HAS FORGOTTEN
PRESERVATIVES BUBBLE AND FUME SHADES OF
JAUNDICE AND AMBER
SEQUESTERED ALONE IN MY EMBALMING CHAMBER
UNKNOWING, UNSEEING AND LAID SPREAD-EAGLE
ON THE SLAB
A LUCKLUSTER PIECE OF MEAT I POLISH ACRUB AND SWAB...
METICULOUSLY GROOMING AND BRUSHING,
CLIPPING WITH CARE
EACH DETAIL IS ATTENDED TO AS I DRAG A COMB
THROUGH THE HAIR
I BEAUTIFY THE BLEMISHED FACE OF THE DECEASED
IN THE HOPES THAT THE BEREAVED WILL BE SOME
WHAT AT PIECE...
THIS IS MY ENDEAVOUR OF DUBIOUS MERIT
MY MORBIT APPLICATION OF SLEIGHT OF HAND
A CHARLATAN FOR THE MOURNING AND TIMID
A TOUCH UP ARTIST FOR THE DEAD, GONE AND BLAND...
TO SANITIZE THE GHASTLY COUNTENANCE OF DEATH
WHOSE TRUE RIGORS ARE BEST LEFT UNSEEN
POWDERS, PUFES AND CHEMICALS ARE ALL THAT IS LEFT
A CORPSE MADE TO STRUT, PRANCE AND PREEN...
ROMANTICIZING RIGOR MORTIS AND DEATH BE
NOT IN VAIN
CAKED WITH LAYERS OF POWDER, TONER AND DECEIPT
I VOMIT ON THE FLOOR AT THE LEERING, SMILING FACE
LEAVING THE DECEPTION NOT YET FULLY COMPLETE...
MY MAKE UP KIT NOW CALLOUSLY DISCARDED
NO MORE USE OF TONERS, BLUSHES AND ROUGE
EXTRACTING THE TOOLS OF DISSECTION
FORCEPS, SCALPELS AND PINS I EAGERLY PERUSE...
A SANGUINARY FRENZY NOW ENSUES
CARVING, RENDING AND GENERALLY MAKING A MESS
CARBONATED EMBALMING FLUID FOAMS FROM
VACANT EYE SOCKETS
SPLATTERING AND SULLYING YOUR SUNDAY BEST...
INEPTLY MANGLED AND RANDOMLY REMADE
TAKING A STAB AT PLASTIC SURGERY ON HUMAN REMAINS
WEAVING A WRETCHED FLESHY TAPESTRY OF GORE
A COLLAGE OF TONGUE, SKIN, BLOOD, SINEW AND BRAIN...
YOUR FACE STRICKEN WITH TOTAL DISFIGURATION
THE DIGNITY OF DEATH NOW CRUELLY ERASED
SOME WHAT IN APPROPRIATELY DRESSED FOR THE
SOMBER OCCASION
NO PRETENSE REMAINS AS YOU'RE SENT OF TO YOUR WAKE...

IN MY HUMAN SLAUGHTERHOUSE

BY NIGHT I RETURN TO THE STORAGE SHED
ANXIOUS TO CATCH A GLIMPSE OF THE DEAD
NERVOUSLY UNBOLT THE DOOR
MAKING MY WAY INTO THIS ABATTOIR...
HOT AIR RUSHES OUT THE APERTURE
A PUTRID GUST OF FLATTUS & METHANE
INHALING THE ROTTING FUMES AS I CHOKE
HIT BY A WAVE OF NAUSEA I TRY TO RESTRAIN...
AT LAST I REGARD THE BLOATED STIFFS
TERRIBLY DISLIMBED & DECEASED
MY PLUMPENED PRIZES NOW SWOLLEN BY PUTREFACTION
A MAKESHIFT MORTUARY FOR THE OBESE...
THEIR CORPULENCE EXCEEDED SOLELY
BY THE FOULNESS OF THEIR SMELL
THEIR GIRTH ONLY EXPANDED UPON IN DEATH THE
FLESHY CARCASSES BLOAT AND SWELL...
POSTMORTEM HYPERTROPHY PLAGUES THE HEFTY CADAVERS
THEIR PORTLY BONES NOW THOROUGHLY DEAD
THE INCESSANT BUZZING OF INSECTS AS NECROVORES SLAYER
FILLS THE TOEPYD CHAMBER WHOSE WALLS I'VE STAINED RE...
I HACKED THOUGH THEIR LAYERS OF BLUBBERING FAT
SOME WERE GUTTED, SOME PUNCTURED, SOME RAZED
WHEN I FINISHED I FOUND THEM DECIDEDLY FLAT
IF NOT YET DEAD, THEN AT LEAST BLEEDING AND DAZED...
IN THIS DINGY SHACK I HAD LEFT THEM TO ROT
AND THEN DEPARTED THE UNDIGNIFIED SCENE
THE MAKE SHIFT CRYPT THEY INHABIT NOW FOETID AND HOT
THE CURDLING INNARDS TURNED A SICKLY HADE OF GREEN...

SEPULCHURAL SLAUGHTER

FROM DEEP IN THE VAULT COMES THE SOUND OF FLESH CLEAVING
LIMBS ARE SAWED OFF AS MOURNERS ARE BEREAVING
SARCOPHAGI SPLATTERED WITH OFFAL AND BILE
TRIPE DRIPS DOWN THE WILLS OF THIS CRYPT NOW DEFILED...
SEPULCHURAL SLAUGHTER...
I SLAUGHTER MY MEAL WITH SUBLIME EXPERTISE
A MAD BUTCHER QUITE ADEPT AT MY TRADE
ORGANS GROUND TO PULP, TO SERVE, CHEW AND GULP
NOW ON MY BLOCK YOUR HEAD IS LAND
SLAUGHTERING THE DEADSTOCK I CHOP
FORMALDEHYDE OOZES ON THE FLOOR
MANGLED LIMBS ARE HACKED 'TIL THEY DROP
LEAUNG NOTHING BUT PURE ROTTEN GORE...
THE BLADE IS SAWING THE FLESH THAT'S FOR GNAWING
TENDER MORSELS OF THIS HUMAN ENTRÉE
THE SAW THAT IS SLICING MY MEAL SO ENTICING
IS A TOOL THAT I'VE USED TO SLAY...
SEPULCHURAL SLAUGHTER...
THE CRUMBLING CASKET NOW CONTAINS
JUST GRAVEN GORE AND SPLATTERED REMAINS
INTESTINES STREWN THROUGHOUT THE SITE
A GRISLY MASSACRE, THE LAST RITE...

VAGITARIAN II

ADMIRING THE SYPHILITIC VISAGE
OF THE PUSTULE RIDDEN GENITALS THAT I ADORE
OOZING SEBUM AND PUS DRIBBLING ON THE LABIA
LEAVES ME PANTING FOR MORE...
VAGINAL EXCREMENTS FUME AND FUNK
THE STENCH OF FESTERING MENSTRUAL DISCHARGE
THE WAFTING ODOUR TORTURES MY NASAL PASSAGE
THE GLISTERING BUNT WET WITH BLOOD...
A CRUST RIDDEN MUSTY FLAP OF LUST SUFFERING
FROM SEVERE DERMATOLOGICAL DISORDER
THE SANGUINED SLIT LINED WITH PAPULES
AND GENITAL WARTS ALONG ITS FLESHY BORDERS...
LICKING THE SICKENING TWAT
THE FOUL STENCH OF THE BLISTERING CROTCH
DRINKING THE MENSTRUATED SLOP
DELIGHT IN EACH PUSTULAR DROP...
PASSING BLOOD CLOTS, EATING CROTCH ROT
SEPTIC BLOOD AND PUS, CONSUME THE RUNNY CRUST
URINE FLOWS OUT OF THE SLIT, PISS WASHES OVER THE CLIT
TASTE THE BLOOD AND PISS, NOTHING COMPARES TO THIS...
MY FACE FULLY BURIED WITHIN
THE PUBIC MOUND OF GRUME AND WARTS
VORACIOUSLY LAPPING UP EXCREMENTS OF
EERY SORDID TYPE AND NAUSEATING SORT...
THE ATROCIOUS EMETIC ODOUR
PROVES TOO STRONG TO RESIST IN THE END
THE NAUSEATING FUMES OVERWHELM ME
AS I VOMIT INTO THE MOIST PUNGENT GASH...
REGURGITATE ONTO THE CUNT
PUKE ON THE GORE RIDDEN SLUT
DRUNK OFF THE URINE FLOW
I BATHE IN THE AFTERGLOW...

BLAZING CORPSE

CONSUMPTION OF FLESH AS DEAD TISSUES UNCREATED
RANCID SMOKE EFFERVESCES AS YOUR TORPID CORPSE IS CREMATED
ANOTHER INERT MUTILATED MESS IS SENT UP IN FLAMES
AN EXPEDIENT WAY TO OBSCURE THE FACTS, FIGURES AND NAMES...
FLAMES UNMAKE FLESH AND BONE AS ALL
SEMBLANCE OF LIFE IS ERASED
ENSURING ASHEN ANONYMITY FOR MY DUSTY VICTIMS UNTRACED
BELLOWS BELCH FORTH THE STENCH OF ROASTED HUMAN GAME
AS THE TORSO IS ENGULFED IN A TORRID RUSH OF FLAME...
HUMAN KINDLING TO BURN
AND THEN SCRAPE INTO URNS
BURN TO A CRISP
ANOTHER NAME SCRATCHED FROM MY LIST...
AFTER FULFILLMENT OF THE SADISTIC WHIMS TO WHICH I ASPIRE
THEIR EXISTENCE IS EXPUNGED IN SEARING BURST OF FIRE
AS OTHER TRUNCATED STIFFS AWAIT THE FLAMES IN A TORPOR
MY NO SE IS BESET WITH THE REEK OF BLAZING CORPSES...
ENTRAILS ERADICATED BY THE SCORCHING FURNACE BLAST
THE BLISTERING TEMPERATURE LEAVES YOU A THING OF THE PAST
SHELTERING IN INCANDESCENCE AS YOU BLISTER, BOIL BREEK
SEETHING IN FLAMES AS YOUR COMPLEXION
TURNS ASHEN GRAY AND BLEAK...
BEYOND RECOGNITION YOUR LIQUE FACTED BODY IS NOW MOLTEN SLAG
YOUR CHARBROILED REMAINS ARE SCRAPED UP IN ZIPLOC BODY BAGS
NOTHING TO MARK YOUR BIRTH, LIFE, OR DEATH
SMELTED, SCALDED AND SINGED 'TIL THERE'S NONE OF YOU LEFT...
HUMAN BROILER PAN
AS FLAMES I FAN
CREMATED HUSK
RETURN TO DUST

DEADEST OF THE DEAD

IN THE DEADEST OF NIGHT'S I PERFORM A GRAVE SIDE DISSERVICE
DISINHUMING THE REMAINS OF THOSE WHOM I DEEM TO DESERVE THIS
A CORPSE DEAD TO RIGHTS WILL UNDERGO THIS RIGOROUS TRASHING
SELECTING THE TOMB OF THE POOR STIFF THAT TONIGHT I WILL BE TRASHING
EXHUMED FROM THE SHELTER OF EARTH'S DUSTY EMBRACE
FOR A MORBID CURIOSITY
THEN ABRUPTLY DISMEMBERED WITHOU COMPUNCTION
JUST PURE FEROCITY
CONSUMED AND LEFT TO WELTER
IN SHREDDED ENTRAILS AND LONG DESSICATED PUS
WIPING THE DIRT FROM MY HANDS
AS I WALK FROM THE GRAVE THAT I'VE TRAMPLED TO DUST...
CASKETS UPROOTED, MAUSOLEUM STAINED RED
RIDING HIGH SIX FEET DEEP AMONGST THE DEADEST OF THE DEAD
A TOMBSTONE IS THE SOLE MUTE WITNESS
TO NECRO-ATROCITIES AS I ENDEAVOR TO SPLIT
THIS CORPSE IN HALF, STRICKEN BY MY WRATH
THE CARCASS IS MAIMED
CLEFT BY PICK - AXE, HALVED, QUARTERED AND SMASHED
THE GRAVE SITE'S IN FLAMES
CULLED FROM THE REAMS OF OBITUARIES DEEP IN THE CEMETARY
I TORMENT THE ENTOMBED
THE DEAD SHOULD BE WARY OF THE GRUDGES I CARRY
DEEP INTO THE GLOOM...
RIDING HIGH SIX FEET UNDER
INHALE THE STENCH OF MY NOCTURNAL PLUNDER
I'LL NEVER FIND PLACE IN A COLD, HARD DEATH BED
UNTIL I HAVE FOUND THE DEADEST OF THE DEAD...
YOUR INSIPID EPITAPH ROTS
IN THE DEAD LETTER FILE
A NECROPHILE'S SMILE BEGUILES
YOUR REMAINS THUS DEFILED
THE DECREPIT LAUGHTER ECHOES
IN THE NOW VACANT BURIAL PLOT
DECAYED DEAD AND DECOMPOSED
BUT IN PEACE YOU'LL NEVER ROT...
PISS ON THE UNHOLY GRAVE, TORSO CARVED AND DEPRAVED
NOW GONE THE WAY OF ALL FLESH TO GIVE ME THIS DAY MY DAILY DEATH
THE NEXT TO FALL PRAY TO MY SEPULCHURAL SLAUGHTER
ANOTHER DEAD FESTERING CORPSE WHOSE DEMISE HIS AT LAST BROUGHT HER
UNDER THE BLADE, SHE'S CARVED UP AND FLAYED BODY DISMEMBERED
NO RESPECTS PAID, I HACK UP THE SLAYED WHO NO ONE REMEMBERS
CHAINSAW FUCKED TO THE HILT, HER GUTS HAVE ALL SPILLED
I DESTROY THE INTERRED
ONE FOOT IN THE GRAVE, BY THE CASKET ENSLAVED
I'M AN UNHOLY TERROR...
RIDING HIGH SIX FEET DOWN
FINDING MY NICHE IN A HOLE IN THE GROUND
ONE STEP OVER THE DEADLINE I TREAD
IN THIS GRAVEYARD OF STIFFS I AM
THE DEADEST OF THE DEAD...

SODOMY AND LUST