The tepid carcass examinately reclines on my table Its peculiar muscular activity, rigor mortis, works in my favor Determining PMI through rigid, bone
[Lyrics By: Ruben Rosas] Claiming my next victim for a filthy feast Nauseating hunger for human feces These lesion ridden cunts mean nothing to me But
In the dissection of flesh and the sawing of bone, I've coaxed confessions from the lips of the dead, Postmortem scrutiny that has clinically shone, The
A sombre study in an ashen shade of grey, The haunting eyes of the lifeless not yet rotten, Embalming fluid stave off incursive decay, Chemicals course
Funeral held for the depression of man Holds the key to his own death Entering a tomb of a corpse yet conceived Tighten the tourniquet around your neck
Blessed by the unlord I m as i enjoy this moment given, when my limb hard and hot penetrate these hard cold apertures. Form these putrefacted in which
Coagulated gore of cadaveric festers Stagnated for days in your putrid intestines Fermenting juices of hepatic secretion Soured bile foam hastens ulceration
Through the Keyhole A Bloody Scene I behold A Brutal Orgy of Gore is performed behind this door Surgeons destroy with malicious joy Dismembering fest
(Cole)Teschi per la posse,lacrime rosse,carne e sangue e sperma tra le cosce,genera angosce e forse percosse,tracce di risa,sopra foto mosse, non conosce
Refrain Born to die so why should I cry, when it's over... Desemparee par le cycle de la vie, Quand une fleur eclot, souvent une se fane aussi. L'
[musick & lyrixxx - Matt Harvey, 1997] In the dissection of flesh and the sawing of bone, I've coaxed confessions from the lips of the dead, Postmortem
The sins of the father... A family portrait hung upon the wall (douse the sleeping bodies.) Unaware, yet marked for death. Cold, sadistic mother. Ashes
[Lyrics & Music - Hanneman] Funeral held for the depression of man Holds the key to his own death Entering a tomb of a corpse yet conceived Tighten the
Metal shores and seas of bronze, magic spirit heart of doom Electric rain and rotting flesh, chiming bells of solid bone Welcome to the festival i raising
I like blood very much but it must flow from a living body I was quenched by my own blood, the sooniest I was inducing pleasure to myself I tortured