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BLOODSHED LYRICS
"March Of The Undead" (2005)
1. March Of The Undead
2. All Shall Suffer
3. Terror From The Graves
4. Embraced By The Macabre
5. Insane And Blood-splattered
6. Dahmer In Mind
7. Maggots Grinding Maggots
8. Gorging On Blood And Secretions
9. Glory Of The March
1. March Of The Undead
2. All Shall Suffer
Extermination, death of the weak ones
A breath of zyklon, final katharsis
In blood and pain, all shall suffer
Raptured and tortured then killed and burn
Human worldwide eradication
Thrown to the fire, all shall suffer
Death of millions, depopulated
Glorious massacre
When I watch you die... I'll laugh
3. Terror From The Graves
Convulsive corpses break the coffins
The eyes rolled upwards, They have no conscience
The undead will walk to rip the flesh out
Impetuous death, your vision become tinged with blood
TERROR FROM THE GRAVES
TERROR FROM THE GRAVES
They're drooling over your flesh and your blood
Cause finally, you're nothing more
Torso devoured, The arms are ripped off
Blood-splattered flesh, The teeth penetrate
Your opened throat
Blood is spurting from the arteries
The terror comes from the graves
Rotting in a pool of blood
The undead's bread dwell in your heart
The undead rise, the undead march
The undead devour
...This isn't a nightmare, just open-wide your eyes...
Terror comes from the graves...
4. Embraced By The Macabre
Into my cave they decompose, in putrid arome they disgorge
Hung by their guts, slowly they gut, drained in disgust
In my home where carrion rots, flesh floods walls with skulls and bones
I have ripped their scalp, their skin, like the others who surround me
As I sleep they stare me, they haunt my dreams then I need to kill
Warped in the macabre of a life with the dead unleashed from the rest
Into my cave they decompose, in putrid smell they disgorge
Hung by their guts, slowly they gut, drained in disgust
In my home where carrion rots, flesh floods walls with skulls and bones
I have ripped their scalp, their skin like the others who surround me
Death I breath to remain, I'm victim of my repulsions
Fated to coldness of death
I wander as I'm dead
5. Insane And Blood-splattered
Tombs are roaring and break the silence
Tourmented souls ask me to deliver them
With the blood and the flesh and the prayers of the dead
Insanity turns to cold and harsh reality
With the blood and the flesh and the prayers of the dead
INSANE AND BLOOD-SPLATTERED
INSANE AND BLOOD-SPLATTERED
...INSANE....
6. Dahmer In Mind
7. Maggots Grinding Maggots
Conserved till rotenness
Till the maggots fill the flesh
And the brain turns
To rancid fermented mess
Pus runs from punctures
Inside oesophagus
Maggots crawl into the flesh
Now a tissus shapeless mass
Funeral in morbid place
With the remains of the dead
Rotting, by my infamy
Rotting, from flesh to putrid
Dried flesh sticks to bones
And the maggots (still) devour
Maggots infest guts and stomach, they ride back the trachea,
Lungs are almost wholly devoured, insatiable human eaters
As I taste this rotted flesh, maggots enter in my mouth
Bewitched in my dementia, maggots enter in my mouth
I lick the organic gelatine
Left by the insects
Rites of Torture
I delight in flesh and blood and
Putrefaction
Of your corpse... filled with maggots
Dried flesh sticks to bones
And the maggots still devour
Putrid mass of rotenness
Repugnant Human Mess
End in glory
For such a rotten meat
What remain of my son
Still dwell in utero
Maggots escape
From its eyes
A worms infested meat
Lay in front of me
8. Gorging On Blood And Secretions
The corpse lay here, just near my bed
Not just dead but lacerated... and disembowelled.
Flies procreates now, coldness turns to mess.
A liquid runs from the eyes.
I delight in these secretions.
Pus mixed with blood.
I have to crush the cranium.
From corpse to corpse, the ritual is the same.
The blood is true, the blood is real, as real as the flesh I devour.
It makes me feel real.
The scalpel along the skin draws the mutilation.
Rancid organs, putrefying flesh, all removed from their place.
I burst the torso and gorge on blood, the flesh will rot with time.
In osmose with the corpse, its flesh is my flesh; together we are one.
I bathe in blood and post mortal secretions, together we are one...
9. Glory Of The March
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