Exhumed piosenki

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 walls of this crypt now defiled... Sepulchural slaughter... I slaughter my meal with sublim...

Inside my freedom I'm slaved By those tastes of lust and evil I cannot escape I ever hear a voice A voice that is my sign Sex, drinks & metal The destiny of my life! Beware I'm alive And licensed to: Sex, drinks & metal Some forces tried to stop me...

The first ripening pustule - reared its black head today A mephitic harbinger - of inexorable decay Carbuncles and buboes - weeping welts to ensue Blood bears infection - as it courses through In sickness as in health - sickened by the sight Of myself in the m...

The Necromaniac arises from the grave To re-open the abscess, disembalm and deprave Dissecting and defiling the deadest of the dead Another quagmire of flesh whose life ended deep red Slaughtercult... In peace you`ll never rest Slaughtercult! To the fucking d...

To have and to hold after death`s done its part In a grave lying cold there remains my heart In sickness and stealth I come for conjugal exhumation Disinterring my betrothed for postmortem consummation To love and to cherish, though rotten and perished For ric...

Desensitized to the necrotized, a trompe-l’oeil made zombified Mocking death mask for the mortified -deformed Repellant rite now sanctified, pallid parody of the putrefied In formaldehyde death now baptized - reborn The sickening sight now sanitized In ce...

Behind the scenes of destiny I adore you in this song for me Call me within your holy house to dwell Let me raise for myself in spell Voluptuously dancing daughters of the night sky Sing the rapturous love song with high Let your sweet scented juice run Waste...

(Instrumental) “Burke and Hare... it is said, are the real authors of the measure. It would have been well if this fear had been manifested and acted upon before sixteen human beings had fallen victims to the supineness of the Government and the Legislature....

Hacked to pieces they found her Or rather, they scraped her off the floor Bits of bone and brain around her And the whole room was splattered with gore Her death was pitiless and violent Bludgeoned beyond recognition Her facial features crushed, her brain bea...

Churning and warm, your insides I gnaw, I dribble and fuss over the bubbling pus... Masticate the foaming carnage, Eviscerated human garbage, Curdling innards now ground and chewed, Cannibalized torso ensanguined and nude... Eating the bleeding, the reeking sp...

(In which Burke and Hare master the irredeemable art of procuring the freshest specimens of cadaver by the most nefarious means imaginable) “'Knowst thou not any, whom corrupting gold Would tempt unto a close exploit of death?' 'I know a discontented Ir...

Pernicious - A ghastly Gordian quandary to elucidate Pestiferous - A nebulous necrotic novelty to navigate Labyrinthine - A contumely carnal conundrum to cogitate Serpentine - An exulcerated entanglement to execrate... Hands stained and filthy from digging de...

Deep within the grave Where the cadaver lies decayed - there lurks the rotting Within every fetid corpse This process festers on its course - to speed the rotting Its ubiquity cannot be denied - a gruesome trade, sempiternally plied From the waste in which w...

An endless funeral procession marches on Numbed and grey as they delay their slow decay into the ground Nameless tombs amid the gloom, await like shadowed, grim cocoons They are the dead and this dirge is their swansong Those of the unlife infest the carcass...

I see the world through cadaver eyes Sickened by the sight of all that I despise Rotting mass devoured by maggots and flies A ghoulish feast upon the necrotized I see the world through cadaver eyes A sucking grave from which nothing will rise Too late we...

Blood is spilled, bones are cracked, Fettered limbs are cruelly hacked, Relentless brutal maniac, Violent death, gore attack... Torso... Choke on guts, final breath, Now awaiting your morbid death, No more hope for life is left, When I rip off your fucking hea...

Scalpels cleave and reave though crimson rivulets Weaving their cold and malignant minuets Carving out funereal figures in arcane alphabets Scars that will never heal or forget... Like puzzle pieces, set askew, you've come undone The bleeding is ceaseless, yo...

(In which Mister Hare, spurred by greed and the lack of ethics of the anatomists, proposes a drastic and loathsome course of action) “...a wretch who is not worth a farthing while alive, becomes a valuable article when knock'd on the head and carried to an a...

Headstones overturned and smashed Your fucking corpse I want to thrash The cold, hard ground I hack and slash Coffins torns apart like trash Six feet closer to your doom From this grave I will exhume Horrid flesh my blade consumes As I destroy your earthen tom...

Beholding the kaliedescopic hue of your decomposing hymen I salivate, Entranced by the effervescing effluvium of the rotted vagina, Carefully excising the fragantly fermented labia I shall masticate, Savoring the pungent aromatic whiff, my quivering lips we...