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EXHUMED LYRICS
"Instruments Of Hell/split with No Comply" (1997 Split album)
1. Instruments of Hell
2. Carneous Corneal Carbonization
1. Instruments of Hell
Hacking and slashing I endeavor to make the choicest cuts
Exsecting the posterior and I'll have secured the gluteus maximus
Spanked, slapped and striped to tenderize as I ignite the gas
I slaver over my uncooked fare, lusting for a piece of ass...
My instruments of hell will rend your mortal shell
On human viscera and meat I dine tonight
With my cleaver, knife and blades your rear quarters are flayed
I'll take it out of your hide...
Exsiccated skin blisters over scorched flesh, cheeks buckle in the heat
Marinated with liquid to acquire the flavor, a gravy tender and sweet
Roasted fibers and tendons seduce me with an aromatic whiff
Setting my place to accept a succulent dish, buttocks I culled from a stiff...
My instruments of hell will rend your mortal shell
The tantalizing victuals beyond compare
With my cleaver, knife and blades your rear quarters are splayed
I eat your derriere...
With fevered anticipation, I pulverize steaming booty in my gaping maw
The pungent tang of the boys sweet fat ass leaves me in a state of awe
Incising muscle, contractile tissue, ingestion of human flesh
Of all anatomical sustenance, the hind quarters taste the best...
With my instruments of hell I rent your mortal shell
The feast of dribbling gore was sublime
With my cleaver knife and blades your rear quarters were filleted
Your fucking ass is mine...
2. Carneous Corneal Carbonization
Infernal eyesockets smolder
As liquefacted eyeballs ooze
Scalded optical nerves
Blackened, blinded, and burnt...
Melting flesh covers unseeing eyes
Repulsively deforming the charred face...
Pupils and irises engulfed and incinerated
The cornea cauterized and sickly immolated
A waxen mangled visage is all that remains
Blistered and molten, your carbonized brain...
Charbroiled to embers, your face now crumbles and cracks
A disgusting heap of cinders, Boiled to a crispy shade of black...
The ashes, embers, and grout leave you looking somewhat burnt-out...
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