Carcass Альбом 'Heartwork 1994' Текст песни - 05-Embodiment
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Embodiment
I bow down your precious icon, deity of self suppression This effigy of flesh, corporeal christi, nailed In submission to this false idol, seeking deliverance From this spiritual hierarchy, downward spiralling, a corrupt throne Of repression and guilt
Our will be done Thy kingdom burn
On my knees, before this tormented flesh, in irreverence In communion with this parasitic host of virtuous divinity This imperious creed bears testament to the failures of our morality Righteous durance is our cross we bear in stations In stations of the lost
Our will be done Thy kingdom burn - thy kingdom burn Our will be done
From your knees arise By your own hand, your god you scribe The earth shall inherit the meek Your god is dead
Bound down, in God we're trussed, foul stature Icons embodied in flesh, we nail In servitude to deities fashioned in our self image Shadows of eternal strife cast by those who serve
Гений есть сосредоточение мысли в известном направлении.
Carcass Альбом 'Heartwork 1994' Текст песни - 07-Arbeit Macht Fleisch
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Arbeit Macht Fleisch
Prognathous gears grind So diligent and serrated they mesh Toothed cogs churn So trechant, against soft flesh Worked to the bone Up to the hilt, depredated Raw materialism To stoke the furnaces Toiling, rotting Life slowly slips away Consumed, inhumed In this mechanized corruption line By mincing machinery industrialised - pulped and pulverised Enslaved to the grind
Blood, sweat, toil, tears Arbeit macht frei Blood, sweat, toil, tears Arbeit macht fleisch
-Grave to the grind
Inimitable gears twist To churn a living grave Stainless cogs shredding Scathing pistons bludgeon and flail Stripping to the bone Retund mandrels levigate Just raw material Your pound of flesh for the suzerain Toiling, rotting Life slowly dissipates Consumed, inhumed In a corruption line, mechanized By mincing machinery, industrialized - crunched and brutalised
Гений есть сосредоточение мысли в известном направлении.
Carcass Альбом 'Necroticism - Descanting The Insalubrious 1991' Текст песни - 01-Inpropagation
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Inpropagation
Insipid fumes bellow from the atrabilious chimney Whilst in the sanctified crevet I calmly pillage and rake For hot dry powdered human slag Still steaming in the crematorium's grate
Bio-organic ebullition, bones tar, tallow dehydrates For my deleterious horticulture so that I may cultivate
Your mortal mechanism dies - in nutrients rich In the hallowed turf you lie - just for the taking
Charred sinew's as good as lime, no phosphates do I need Deteriorated flesh used as top-soil, to replenish and nourish seed Spreading this human potash, as ash matured Recycling my rich harvest, bring out your dead...for use as manure...
Irrigating tears are shed, but the ground still must be fed And there's no rest for the dead
Tipping and dusting up the spilt contents of urns Every morsel that glows like ember on the fire Extinguishing all hope of beatrific dispatch These charred chassis desired
Exequiet rites now performed, a coronach sooting up the flu Enter my execrable inferno, even in the after-life there's work to do
The nitrogen content's high - but the flesh is weak At the graveside mourners cry - you're never to wake again
Burnt brisket renews the ground, to germinate my seed Cremated bodies are my spoil, to use them as plant-feed Ploughing this abhorrent human manure Seedling my rich harvest, bring out your dead...for the soils to devour...
Dry the dead are bled, because the ground must be fed And there's still no rest for the dead
I propagate - dust in the grate Ashes to ashes - dust to dust, diluted in water and sprayed on crops Charcoal, fats, flesh and soot fertilising pasture with active fertile rot
Incumbent - latent calories are spent
Ashes to ashes - dust to dust renewing the land with corpses corrupt Mortuary scrapings, hearses a must, to the hot hearth the deceased are trussed
Harvesting the defouled, to fertilise my soil Rejuvenating the spent with my fecundate spoils...
Reaping the gone, to nourish the land Replenishing exhausted pasture with my uncanny sleight of hand Restoring the unnatural balance, sowing my seed Defalcating the departed, I rapt and glean...
So I recite my contrite lament, lacrimation for the dead Their rest which I disturb... Where should stand row upon row of cold grey remembrance sto- nes
Гений есть сосредоточение мысли в известном направлении.
Carcass Альбом 'Necroticism - Descanting The Insalubrious 1991' Текст песни - 02-Corporal Jigsore Quandray
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Corporal Jigsore Quandray
Excised and anatomised, deviscerated disarray The torso diverged with pride Deftly amputated, evulsed limbs now defunct The trunk imbrued, tatty stumps used as lugs For a chondrin puzzle so quaint Head and body decollate A heaving mass so quiescent...
Scattered and scrambled, your teasement grows A bloody caricature to make whole A squirming grisly jigsaw, detrital fragments fit so snug - That missing piece will leave you stumped Totally disassembled, nicely sliced and diced - A cold mannequin once resembled Real cranium teaser, carved from flesh and bone - So mystifying...
Battered and diffused, with placating blows - A human jigsaw to make whole A sequacious pattern which once fitted so snug - Joining together each dubious lump Ravaged disassembly, neatly cubed and diced - A cold mannequin reassembled Astute brain teaser, incorporate flesh and bone So mortifying...
An incessant game - methodically made With each cumulative piecing - of commensated meat...
Bi-manual reconstruction, eldritch problem complete A convened effigy A pathological toy, each chunk rigorously Inter mortis locking, as you pathogenically rot Such a perplexing task To fit the remains in a casket Uliginous mess so quiescent...
An incessant game - methodically made
Гений есть сосредоточение мысли в известном направлении.
Carcass Альбом 'Necroticism - Descanting The Insalubrious 1991' Текст песни - 03-Symposium Of Sickness
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Symposium Of Sickness
An encloaking, dark epoch In which all life is now appraised Another valueless commodity On which the rapacious may feebly graze Indebted homage to their mammon Whilst the mort is the music of the meek Transcendence from a beautifully brutal reality Is what I seek...
Noxious, sully dolour Is not the sentiment upon which we feed But precocious consciousness Draws out a morbid nous to bleed Chiselling out seething words Which cut deep down to the bone Always legible So be it on our own headstone...
Rising to our own nadir Reality we try to extirpate Trying to raise a twisted smile Similar to that silver plate On a coffin which is joined Hammering in each final nail Last kill and testament Left now intestate...
Noxious, sully dolour Is not the thesis which is bled A precarious train of thought In which mental cattle-trucks are led Carving out skilful words Which shear brittle bones Always spelt out well We just can't leave the dead alone...
Monographic text A terminal doctrine of diseased minds perplexed Enunciated epigrams Eschatological, rotten requiems
Always our own worst cynics Exorcisers of scorching scorn Digging our own graves But never stand over and mourn The roulade now pandemonium Displaced in the muggy sods Espoused with the macabre The dead we filch and rob...
...Munificant bale... ...From the deviants staid...
Execrations - taunting spiritual release Exoneration - upon the perishable we feast Excogitation - picking at the bones of convention Exculpitation - foul verbal conflagration...
Epigraphic text, a literary vex The macabre perplexed, with corporeality meshed
Euthenic text An unpleasant journey, to a world perplexed Corporeal epigraphs Eschatological unpleasantness
Always forever cryptic Exercisers of twisted grief Helping you to dig up the interred Whilst fresh still are the wreaths The harmony now pandemonium Heard out in the muddy dirt Espoused with the bizarre We play on our own turf...
Carcass Альбом 'Necroticism - Descanting The Insalubrious 1991' Текст песни - 04-Pedigree Butchery
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Pedigree Butchery
In caustic butchery I parent my dominion In the food chain I create the missing link Cold temerity confects this splintered forage Infantile corruption taken to the brink...
Making hash of the spumous crubescent All natural compassion removed The newly fully developed boiled as sprouted fodder Matrilineal murder - cordon bleu
As salubrious pet food Human midden is consumed...
Not one to mince my words But how I love to see those siblings churned In tins they are reared
Ghastly I slake Bestial appetites to sate As flesh and steel I mate To fill the lower species' plate...
Desparental, primparal goods oozing The bawling, squabbling denied the suckling teat Sentient bloodletting sprains the sporulate Makes a choice chimerical treat...
Rheological, twisted nursery chymes The fluxing of the defleshed Paedophilosophical, carnage knowledge As the illegitimeat to the domesticated is fed
So as you breed They will bleed...
Contumely calorie count Ebullient death toll mounts - Higher and higher...
Despumating the midden, the desipient I segment Pertaining vitality, their dispatch I cement
Гений есть сосредоточение мысли в известном направлении.
Carcass Альбом 'Necroticism - Descanting The Insalubrious 1991' Текст песни - 06-Carneous Cacoffiny
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Carneous Cacoffiny
Striking up my discordant underture A carnal cacophony perversely penned Transposed...and decomposed On strings fashioned from human twine Lovingly wound and fretted upon my bow Garishly incarcerated...the dead resonate In a final death-throe
Vibrant as I thresh... Movements scripted for the dead...
Orchestral horrors I vehemently conduct My corpus concertos cordial Disinterred... and detuned With six feet below In harmony with the deceased My inspiration...your disintegration For my latest masterpiece
My score creeps your flesh... Notes seep from sinewy frets...
But don't hold your breath As you wait for your god or the void Or the abyss of nothingness Your usefulness isn't through Your productivity I resume...
My sordid, soiled handicrafts Will be your afterlife's handicap...
...My corrupt crescendos... ...Will leave you out on a limbo... ...Your disposition I unleash... ...You will rest in my piece...
With deadly dynamics You're dead, buried and barred Your remains dampened and fingered Your mortal coil is barbed The death-bells are peeling Ringing out as you flake Shrieking out their recitals A celebration of your wake...
Enter my funereality My world two metres under A curious habitat Your muddy trench I plunder Pass on to ethereality Churned out under the sextant's blade You live your life in wretchedness
Гений есть сосредоточение мысли в известном направлении.
Carcass Альбом 'Necroticism - Descanting The Insalubrious 1991' Текст песни - 08-Forensic Clinicism-The Sanguine Article
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Forensic Clinicism-The Sanguine Article
Salutiferous exaltation, through fusty spatterings I sift, Cauterizing proud flesh, pyogenic cortex I just yearn to rip, With impalpable, cathartic tools, dilapidated lusts I gratify, Cold premediated surgery, in my calculated surgery I hold your fragile life...
Artificially concussed, excavating to your gastric core, Patulous, deep wounds, cascading and crimson as I explore, Master at my bloody art, I like to carve sculpture and maim, Mounted on the freezer's geurney, you're exhibited until you enter into decay...
Welcome to my theatre, the stage upon which I act, Turning into a sumptuous performance, heiniously I hew and gash, Churning out a deep gulch, the incision a major nick, A quick toke of nitrous oxide is how I get my kicks...
Expurgating healthy tissue, opulent flesh I slit, Costate cuts expunged as the patient I now fillet, Malpractising and mussing, carnage hyperventilates, Self placebonic, the only is operate...
The recumbent are my prey - under my genital blade, Your precordium I brutally plunder - whilst you're put under
Contaminating, infecting, how I love to cough and sneeze, On the carneous culture, to cause bacteria to breed, Anaesthetised, paralysed, a clinical stupor is induced, With callous dexterity your bodily mass is reduced...
I extract the gullet - to end up in my bucket, A quick flick of my wrist - and I'll be struck off the list
Exanguinating - straight from the heart, Exenerating - with my lancet so sharp, Anatomically - my surgery maims, Decortication - by the clinically deranged
Gross misconduct, I make the choicest cuts, Text book stabs, written of your tag...
Wheeled away after a medical mishap, In a polythene bag your body is now wrapped... The acute wound now sealed up,
Гений есть сосредоточение мысли в известном направлении.
Carcass Альбом 'Reek Of Putrefaction 1988' Текст песни - 04-Pyosisified (Rotten To The Gore)
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Pyosisified (Rotten to the Gore)
The lingering scirrhus begins to harden As the insides fall prey to putrefaction Rotting tissue turns to mush and pulp As your mind is torn by encephalitis
Your cavities rot with ulcers Your infected inflammations torn Your gizzards eaten by incursive decay You're infernally rotten to the gore...
Juices digested from each pus-swollen pore Insatiable hunger as I feast on the gore Nothing gives me greater pleasure Than a bowlful of chyme Maggot infested kidneys Are what I choose every time
The smell of plaguing infection Is nauseatingly emetic Prolonged spumescence of stale pus Stinks like hot, putrid vomit
Your body is indurate The insides are black as tar Your innards gnawed by septic hate Now a mass of empyaema
Your blood is caked Dried and inconsistent Your bloody rotten gore
Гений есть сосредоточение мысли в известном направлении.
Carcass Альбом 'Reek Of Putrefaction 1988' Текст песни - 14-Feast On Dismembered Carnage
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Feast on Dismembered Carnage
Bodies dismembered, corpses desecrated Carcasses liquidized and minced with hatred Brains are splattered, strewn limbs and heads Blood has been spurted as the arteries were shredded
Eyes have been impaled, flayed skin in strips Intestines and guts from the body have been ripped Stench of sweet blood, bones have been crunched Festering gore is eaten for lunch
Parasitic carnivorous carrion, your gastrointestinal tract, your prey's cremator Bloody neo-cannibalistic, bloodfeed masticator Rigor sanguined fleshfeast, gourging on festered entrails and warm meat Devouring cold offal, necro-sentient mortis feed
Mutilated organs, the meat-cleaver is raised Falls to mash the head and rip up the face Throats slit with vengeance, flesh stripped to the bone Your death is terrible, painful and slow
Drooling palate Terrible odorous mess The repulsive stench Of roasting flesh
Sterile carnage, dried sanguined personae desecration Scooping out the entrails, violent entrail emancipation The taste of violent gorge hot on your breath Digesting the succulent corpse in your succous death
Гений есть сосредоточение мысли в известном направлении.
Carcass Альбом 'Reek Of Putrefaction 1988' Текст песни - 15-Splattered Cavities
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Splattered Cavities
Erupted thoracic savies - serum, pus and offal Perspiring ulcerous chancre - splattered on your wall Necro-cellular lesions - the stench of staining scabs Scraped up by medics, and wrapped in plastic bags
Exploding pus and bile, abdominal saliva sprays Coughing out your intestines, and rubbing them in your face Carbuncles oozing sanguous, mortified entrails and rot Pieced together for autopsy, in your wooden box
Frantic pelvic gut-wrench Splattered guts and gore Seeping disembowelment Mopped up off the floor
Pelvic insides now rest in your perineum Splattered gore seeping from your orifices like hot sebum
Pulverized thoracic cavity Your rib-cage is snapped Rupturing internal organs Crushed in your diaphragm Your lungs are collapsed As your abdominal cavity is splattered Terminal back-ache paralysing
Гений есть сосредоточение мысли в известном направлении.
Carcass Альбом 'Reek Of Putrefaction 1988' Текст песни - 17-Burnt To A Crisp
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Burnt to a Crisp
Torched to a pimple Peeling skin and tissue Inflammable rectal gases Scalding your sinews
Charbroiled to blackened char Smoked, sauted and black Blistering flaking tissue Insalvageable by skin graft Fused into a mess Dribbling cartilage and fumes Your body shrivelling Your fingers beginning to prune
Burnt to a cinder Your body charred Incinerated carbon Molten as tar Smouldering ashes Scorched entrails Carbonated dust Cremated remains
Burnt to a crisp Your fat's on fire Devouring you whole Like a cadaver-stoked pyre
Charred to the bone Your flesh is burnt Tissues molten Bodily gases inert Human inferno Blazing eruption Evaporating marrow Spontaneous combustion
Burnt to a crisp Your hair is singed Devouring your scalp Receding your fringe
Dripping flesh and fat Spreads like an irritating rash Your fingers melting
Гений есть сосредоточение мысли в известном направлении.
Carcass Альбом 'Swansong 1995' Текст песни - 03-Black Star
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Black Star
Black star, jewel of the night Black star, burning bright Magnificent sun, a beacon burning Five pointed coal, a guide eternal Black star, five pointed coal Black star, the cosmic soul Shining opaque, celestial furnace Glittering dark, a sun in mourning
Black star, where light never shines Black star won't you be my guide? A dead sun for where the light never shines
Shine on... Twinkle, twinkle black star Shine on...
Black star, darken the skies Forever burn, never to die An ebony flame, a sun infernal Nemesis of the night, my own dark angel Black star, jewel of the night Black star, so cruel, so bright A glorious sun, with warmth so healing Glittering dark, a sun in mourning
Black star, where light never shines Black star won't you be my guide? A dead sun for where the light never shines
Shine on... Twinkle, twinkle black star
Гений есть сосредоточение мысли в известном направлении.
Carcass Альбом 'Swansong 1995' Текст песни - 04-Cross My Heart
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Cross My Heart
Yeah, cross my heart and hope to die It will only end in tears, eye for an eye, for an eye If beauty is only skin deep Then thankfully I am blind Cross my heart and hope to die
Cross my hear, come cross the line Won't you be mine, my bloody valentine? Put me on a pedestal, I'll put you on a slab!!!!! Cross my heart and hope to die Come, let's cross the line
There's a fine line, between love and hate Let's tear it apart
Cross my heart, and hope to die Cross my heart, come let's cross the line
Time is no great healer, quickly the senses numb Come cross my heart, void and null Love is a weakness, lust conquers all Cross my heart and hope to die Where do we draw the line?
There's a fine line between love and hate Let's tear it in two
Cross my heart, and hope to die Cross my heart, come let's cross the line
Гений есть сосредоточение мысли в известном направлении.
Carcass Альбом 'Swansong 1995' Текст песни - 05-Childs Play
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Childs Play
Raised in a nursery of crumbling brick Rusted iron, cracked stone and steel Nurtured in a barren concrete crib In a playground of grey, your fate is sealed Against a back drop of drab, cold corrosion We learn to dance, love, sing and play Razor wire the strung umbilical cord In an unsterile womb of urban decay
Let me take you down As I'm going too
Play hard - like child's play Playing rough - after all it's only a game
Now, redevelopment lies in ruins As gutted slums are sown Enveloping, smothering squalor This dereliction grows Outside it is now cold and dark Only desolation, darkness and gloom Not a far cry from a tortured cat Your cities will become your tombs
Let me take you down As I'm going too
Play hard - like child's play
Гений есть сосредоточение мысли в известном направлении.
Carcass Альбом 'Swansong 1995' Текст песни - 06-Room 101
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Room 101
Don't claim to be a prophet Don't claim to read the stars But I can see a future Mapped out in scars Look to the skies Keep praying to your gods Your only salvation Will come in the shape of the bomb
No clockwork orange The doom watch ticks There's no second coming Only final conflict Blind pessimism? Only time will tell The cold hard reality Is that this world had gone to hell
And this is where I belong In my room one zero one As I sit here all alone In my own private year zero
These numbers branded Embedded in the mind How can your herald a future When it's already arrived? Keep looking to the skies Kep waiting for your lords You fools there's no second coming To redeem you all
And this is where I belong In my room one zero one As I sit here all alone In my own private year zero
Don't claim to be a prophet Don't claim to sight the stars But I can read the future In anguished mental scars I have no faith In anything that you hold dear The future is ours Only in sweat and tears And this is where I belong In my room one zero one As I sit here all alone In my own private year zero
Гений есть сосредоточение мысли в известном направлении.
Carcass Альбом 'Swansong 1995' Текст песни - 08-Generation Hexed
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Generation Hexed
Lost forever A whole generation of pathetic lost souls With no meaning no depth They're already dead, before it gets old Anonymous, blank No individuality, uniformed A wholesale Blanket identity, from the day that they're born - Another generation to mourn
What choice for a new generation? Another generation under sedation
Flocking like sheep The instinctual herd, as fashion dictates Primitively seduced Commonly reduced, resigned to their fate Another useless Faceless degeneration Like the one which precedes Acknowledging A bleak existence, to be spent on it's knees - The pattern it seeds
What choice for a new generation? Another generation under sedation
Generation hexed Just another useless generation ...Hexed
Trapped together Another wasted generation is sold With no meaning, no depth They're there to be bled Never breaking the mould Anonymous, blank No individuality, misinformed A wholesale Blinkered non-entity, on it's knees born - Another generation to scorn
What choice for a new generation? Another generation under sedation
Self suppressed Generation vexed Ha, self oppressed Just another generation hexed
What choice for a new generation? A generation vexed Still no choice for a new generation Just another generation under sedation
Generation hexed Just another useless generation Generation hexed Just another wasted generation ...hexed
Гений есть сосредоточение мысли в известном направлении.
Carcass Альбом 'Swansong 1995' Текст песни - 10-R---k The Vote
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R---k The Vote
Hands in another's pocket The bed they make Is not the one in which they lie The same old faces The same old establishment The same old lies Cross your 'x' It's your only choice Do as you're told Stay in line Don't rock the boat And buy what you're sold
Believe the lie The lie that you toe Doing fine If you just do as you're told
No dissident voices The faces merge Are one, absolute A comfortable, priviledged White over belly Revolution No threat, no change No gain, just pain The same old scheme No hope, no choice No future, no voice This is no pipe dream All is not what it seems
Believe the lie The line that you toe You'll do just fine If you just do as you're told You believe the lie The line you toe Doing fine If you just do as you're told Is this rock'n'roll or a form of state control?
Is this really rock'n'roll?
Гений есть сосредоточение мысли в известном направлении.
Carcass Альбом 'Swansong 1995' Текст песни - 11-Don't Believe a Word
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Don't Believe a Word
You should never take too literally what you read Misinformed, distortion, make belief Fabrications, half truths implied Misquotations, out of context and lies
"I promise to tell the truth The whole truth and nothing but..."
Lies - you believe them all Lies - you swallow them whole Lies, lies, half truths misinformation and... Lies - you believe them all Lies - you swallow them whole Lies, lies, half truths misinformation and... ...lies
Fact and fantasy united as one Real power stems from the barrel of a pen Living memory can easily be erased The pen is mightier than the sword Yet with no blade
"I promise to tell the truth The whole truth and nothing but..."
Lies - you believe them all Lies - you swallow them whole Lies, lies, half truths misinformation and... Lies - you believe them all Lies - you swallow them whole
Гений есть сосредоточение мысли в известном направлении.
Carcass Альбом 'Swansong 1995' Текст песни - 12-Go to Hell
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Go to Hell
Some people aren't cut out to be saints And since I was born in original sin Hedonism has a certain attration I think I'll cut the crap, cut out the middle man
And go to hell I've sold my soul, so when my body goes cold I'll go straight to hell Go to hell Won't you be told? I've sold my soul Go straight to hell
Your paradise doesn't sound too fetching It's not only your souls which must be lost "Hell is other people" Yeah, too right, my hell is you
The sins of the flesh sound so appealing So let me wallow in my guilt You hell will be my heaven So let's turn up the ehat, let eternity begin
And go to hell I've sold my soul So when my body goes cold I'll go straight to hell C'mon Let's go to hell Won't you be told? I've sold my soul Go straight to hell
Гений есть сосредоточение мысли в известном направлении.
Carcass Альбом 'Symphonies Of Sickness 1989' Текст песни - 01-Reek Of Putrefaction
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Reek Of Putrefaction
Snorting the stench of latent effluvium And maturing damp fumes This foul menage forces tears to your eyes As the corpse's gas are exhumed... Intoxicated by foul body odours And the nauseating tepid whiff Pinching your nostrils as you irrigate flatus From the emaciated stiff...
Volatile entrails fume and steam As they're meticulously hacked during discission Evaporating sludge and bubbling pus- A rotten gaseous expiration...
Maturating corpse, the stale smell of decay and rot - A sickening asphyxiation Gross remains gush, innards turn to sludge - With partial liquefaction...
Smell the rot... Of the corrupted corpse... Hallucinogenic trip...
Tissue gases leak - a warm, unpleasant reek A quite macabre addiction Deteriorated bloated corpse - decomposure burning hot Sniff the smell of carrion
Inhaling the dank smells As you gouge out the dripping innards with glee Succumbing to a translucid state As you sniff the aroma of necropsy... Bacterial decomposition The aroma of fungal/larval infestation Consuming, ripening slime As the cadaver is slowly wasting...
Your sore sinews rot, blood-curdling coughs As acrid foetor corrodes your lungs Body orifices clenched in your teeth As you frenziedly try to insert the bungs...
Swollen, ripened corpse, the stench of crusting clots - The smell of stale perspiration Administering watery gore, you're screaming out for more - Addicted to putrefaction...
Snort the corpse... Get high on the rot... Orgasmic rush...
Гений есть сосредоточение мысли в известном направлении.
