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CADAVERIC CREMATORIUM LYRICS
"Pathologist Instability" (2004)
1. Pathologist's Instability
2. Consumed Flesh
3. Love In Formaline (live)
4. Your Impaled Mother (live)
5. Serial Grinder (live)
6. Butcher? (live)
7. Your Cat (live)
1. Pathologist's Instability
COOLNESS EXPERIENCE PRECISION BRAIN
LITTLE THINGS THAT MAKE ME A GOOD PATHOLOGIST
A MYSTERIOUS SICKNESS HAS BROCKEN THE LIFE OF LITTLE CHILD
IS MY DDUTY TO DISCOVER THE CAUSE
MY INSTUMENTS BLUE COAT IRON TABLE
I’M READY TO BEGIN TAKE THE CORPSE HOT YET
WITH THE SHARP BISTOURY
I FONDLE THE DELICATE SKIN
I OPEN THE TISSUES
I SINK THE BLADE
THE DRAIN-PIPE IS FULL OF BLOOD
WITH MY HAND
INTO I FELL
WITH MY FACE
INTO I TASTE
WITH MY TEETH
TAKE A SAMPLE
FOR ANALYSE IN LABORATORY
PATHOLOGIST’S INSTABILITY
PERVERSION BLOOD TISSUES ORGANS
LITTLE THINGS THAT MAKE ME THE BEST PATHOLOGIST.
2. Consumed Flesh
WILD SHARP BLADES OPEN LIPS OF FLESH
GUSH OF SCARLET BLOOD AND POUR ON THE OUTSIDE
VITAL ORGANS COME OUT OF THE CORPSE
NOW DEVOID OF VITAL ENERGY BECOME FLABBY
ON THE GROUND COVEREDWITH LOTS OF WORMS HUNGRY OF HUMAN FLESH
THE CORPSE SUPPORTED BY MEATHOOKS
PUTREFYS THE AIR BECOMING STIFLING
THE WORMS NOURISH OF ENTRAILS
AND INFEST EVERY INTERNAL CAVITY
OF CORPSE SWELLING IT
THE CORPSE NOW IN PUTREFACTION
RAISE LAYES OF GREENISH SKIN
EXPLOSIONS OF BOILING GASTRIC ACIDS
RAISE CRATERS THAT VOMIT CORROSIVE LIQUIDS
SLOW RIVES OF PUS POUR OUT OF EVERY
LACERATION CARRYNG BIT OF FLESH
WITH REVOLTING INSECTS
MADE FROM THE PUTRID FERMENTATION
THE GROUND IS A BASIN
FULL OF JELLY-LIKE
SWEET OF SMELLING MUSH
COLOUR OF VOMIT BLOOD BRAIN
DRESSED WITH
WORMS PUS AN LIQUID
SECRETION FROM
THE CARCASE
PROTAGONIST
OF WEAKNESS OF LIFE
DEATH CONSUME THE CARCASE
UNDRESSING IT FROM THE FILTH
CLEANING IT FROM LIVED DEPRAVATIONS
LET SHINE IN PUTREFACTION
THE WHITE SKELETON NOW FREE.
3. Love In Formaline (live)
YOUR HEART THROBBING
IN YOUR
YOUR BODY
YOU ARE INTOXICATED BY HER
LOVE
YOUR PRESSURE INCREASES
IT MAKES YOU GIDDY
YOUR EMOTIONS : STRONGER
YOUR SENSATIONS : MORE PROFOUND
BUT YOUR LOVE DOESN’T RETURN
WRATH IN HEART BLOOD IN EYES
DON’T YOU WORRY THRESE IS ME ##
I PUT MY HANDS IN
IN YOUR
YOUR BODIES
I PIERCE AND TEAR
YOUR CHESTS
YOUR BONES CREAK AND
THEMSELVES BREAK
YOUR BLOOD
DYE MY BODY AND
YOUR LOVE
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I RESECT YOUR ARTERIES
AND YOUR VEINS
I RIP YOUR HEARTS
THE LIFE LEAVES YOUR CORPSES
YOUR FRAGRANT HUMOUR STRAIN
YOUR CARCASES FUSE TOGHETHER
YOUR CORPSES BECAME REFUSE
THEY FINISHS IN DISCHARGE
RATS EAT YOUR MEAT
YOUR BODIES IN PUTREFY
I TAKE THE FORMALINE
I TAKE YOUR HEARTS
FOREVER WILL BE TOGETHER
YOUR TROUBLE LOVE CONTINUE
LOVE IN FORMALINE
4. Your Impaled Mother (live)
I PUT A PYLON IN THE CUNT OF YOUR MOTHER
ON BROKE HER PERINEUM SHE SCREAMS OF PAIN
I PUSH UP THE PYLON AND COMES OUT OF THE MOUTH
AS SHE DESIRE SHE DIES HAPPY
I TAKE THE CHAINSAW
I OPEN AND MUTILATED THE CARCASE OF YOUR IMPALED MOTHER
I DRINK THE BLOOD
SPURT OF THE WOUNDS OF CARCASE OF YOUR IMPALED MOTHER
I THRUST MY HAND
IN HER GRINDED WOMB AND TAKE A FOETUS
YOU HAD A BROTHER
I CALL IT PIECES OF DEAD MEAT PUTRESCENT.
5. Serial Grinder (live)
6. Butcher? (live)
TAKE LITTLE ANIMAL
CUT HIS THROAT
EMPTY HIS BOWELS
DISSECT HIS MEAT
I AM A BUTCHER
I AM A BUTCHER
MY FATHER IS A BUTCHER
COMPELLED TO KILL
WHY ?
MY MIND DOESN’T ACCEPT
MY BLOOD IN BOILING POINT
MY BODY SCREAMS HATE
WHAT DO YOU WANT ?
I WANT TWO HECTOGRAMS OF HAM
FUCK YOU ! DIE !
BLADE OF MY BONEBREAKER IN HIS HEAD
BRAIN ON THE WALL AND ON MY BODY
RIVERS OF HIS BLOOD ARE ON MY FLOOR
THIS IS THE FIRST OF A LOT
IT STARTS THE END OF THE CANNIBALS
THEIR DISSECTED TASTY MEAT
IS IN MY GORGEOUS SHOP
TAKE THE FUCKED HUMAN
CUT HIS THROAT
EMPTY HIS BOWELS
DISSECT HIS MEAT
I AM A BUTCHER
I AM A BUTCHER
I LOVE MY WORK
I LOVE TO KILL
WHAT DO YOU WANT ?
I WANT TWO HECTOGRAMS OF HAM
OH YES ! HERE !
BUY IN MY SHOP FRESH MEAT EVERY DAY
7. Your Cat (live)
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