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EXHUMED LYRICS
"Slaughtercult" (2000)
1. Decrepit Crescendo
2. Forged in Fire (Formed in Flame)
3. A Lesson in Pathology
4. This Axe Was Made to Grind
5. Carnal Epitaph
6. Dinnertime in the Morgue
7. Fester Forever
8. Deep Red
9. Infester
10. Slave to the Casket
11. Slaughtercult
12. Funeral Fuck
13. Vacant Grave
1. Decrepit Crescendo
Once upon the slab
The torso starts to swell as entrails bloat
After the toes are tagged
Crepitus is the smell that has you clutching your throat
Irrigate flatus, foul, tepid splatter...
Decrepit Crescendo
Flatulent emanations so rank
The air`s turning sour as the bowels start to leak
The morgue is now fetid and drunk
The stench overpowers, such a noxious, nauseating reek
Crepitating stiffs, take another whiff...
Decrepit Crescendo
The hypertrophic cadaver erupts
With a curdling stench as it`s bowels starts to vent
The creaking anus ernits a stench so corrput
Your guts will be wrenched `til the intestinal tract is spent
Putrid odours emanate, from beneath the mortuary drape...
Decepit Crescendo
2. Forged in Fire (Formed in Flame)
Fahrenheit facilities my endeavour
To seal the abhorrent aperture forever...
Chastity assured, regardless of desire
Misshapen fidelity, forged in fire...
Melt and weld...Raze and smelt
Blistering crotch...Searing hot...
Forged in fire - Formed in flame
Sex will never be the same
Forged in fire - Formed in flame
You will never fuck again
Blistering and boiling vaginal skin
Eternally sealing this gateway of sin...
Scalding and melding her minge
Smell the acid reek of pubic hair singed...
Melt and weld...Raze and smelt
Blistering crotch...Searing hot...
Forged in fire - Formed in flame
Sex will never be the same
Forged in fire - Formed in flame
You will never fuck again
Crumbling crooze...Crack and ooze
Black as tar...Forever scarred
Smoking groin...Splattered loin
Molten orifice...Now I seal your lips...Forever...
Fluxing flesh collapses under its own weight
The molten labia majora with my blowtorch I liquidate
The vagina rendered impenetrable
The blackened clitoris is unmendable
Waxen labia now gelatinous and congealed
The faithless breach at last is sealed
Forge the seal...the flesh now peeled
Bubbling flesh starts to glut...Castrated vagina now shut...
Forged in fire - Formed in flame
Sex will never be the same
Forged in fire - Formed in flame
You will never fuck again
3. A Lesson in Pathology
A crush course through your cranium
Trial and error, wear and tear, through your cerebellum
Hacking - slashing
Saw through bone, tear through gristle
Carve my way through muscle tissue
Cleaving - gouging
A lesson in pathology
I deconstruct your anatomy
For you - a premature autopsy
For me - a lesson in pathology
Postmortem performed haphazardly
Draining ichor sprays erratically
Forensick medicine is lost on me
I need a lesson in pathology
Though this carnal curriculum I pass
Suppurated blood congeals in a moist, fetid mass...
Gagging - choking
A lesson in pathology
Embalming fluid sprays all over me
Making a mess of your necropsy
Just another lesson in pathology
This is a medical atrocity
Screams echo in mortuary
Extracurricural necro-sodomy
A painful lesson in pathology
This will be your truly final exam
Butchered by numbers, carved up by hand
Dismemberment is par for this course of instruction
Chopped, minced and ground beyond hope of reconstruction
Scored, scoured and scarred with high marks
Along the lenght of unrecognizable body parts...
Gutted, butchered...
Your remains have failed me - there is nothing left to maim
I`ve learned nothing from this lesson, and I`ve only the dead to blame
Your chapter closed, it`s time to decompose
A lesson in pathology
I deconstruct your anatomy
For you - a premature autopsy
For me - a lesson in pathology
Postmortem performed haphazardly
Draining ichor sprays erratically
Forensick medicine is lost on me
I need a lesson in pathology!
4. This Axe Was Made to Grind
Hacked to pieces they found her
Or rather, they scraped her off the floor
Bits of bone and brain around her
And the whole room was splattered with gore
Her death was pitiless and violent
Bludgeoned beyond recognition
Her facial features crushed, her brain beat to mush
Her last moments were truly perdition
Picking up the chunks of the bodies left behind
Senseless carnage and bloodshed is all they will find
So many bits and pieces in death`s dark design
This axe was made to grind...
The next piece of puzzle was even more brutal
I hacked up her bowels with a grin
Her struggles would prove so tragically futile
Oh, how she squirmed as she was done in
Even the coroner found it quite savage
When he saw what forensics uncovered
A few pieces was all they could salvage
Out of the red running gutter...
The next clue in this forensic jigsaw
Arrived on the slab quite the worse for wear
It was all they could manage, to find something to lavage
So little of her carcass was there...
Picking up the chunks of the bodies left behind
Senseless carnage and bloodshed is all they will find
So many bits and pieces in death`s dark design
This axe was made to grind...
They scraped the remains into Ziploc bags
Collected for autopsy
No blood on the axe, I covered my tracks
Nothing will lead them to me...
A grotesque enigma carved from human flesh and bone
Death is the final hand we`ll all dealt
From the grizzly aftermath, of this heinous bloodbath
The only answer`s the puzzle itself...
Picking up the chunks of the bodies left behind
Senseless carnage and bloodshed is all they will find
So many bits and pieces in death`s dark design
This axe was made to grind...
5. Carnal Epitaph
I scrawled an ode to this mortal coil
In scarlet upon your back
I gnarled in code with dreadful toil
A parting verse so black...
Ivory skin streched out before me
In frozen fields of pallid grace
Livid eyes rolled back and silently implored me
From out of your jaundiced face
Carving in crimson with scalpel and rasp
Sculpturing your flesh into your epitaph
Your corpse tells its tale in blood, pus and grume
Spilling out secrets you should take to your tomb
A carnal epitaph perhaps best left unheard
The time has come to mince more than words
Parting words don`t often cut this deep
Engraved on your back, the secrets we`ll keep
Though you`ll never read these empty words
Upon the slab you lie so still
They don`t cut as deep as you deserve
Poetic licence to hack, maim, and kill...
The porcelain flesh that enshrouds you remains
Were both my parchment and my muse
Now incarnadined hand I penned these lines
As best I could well manage
I cruelly carved out these designs
What words are worth in tissue damage...
Carving in crimson with scalpel and rasp
Sculpturing your flesh into your epitaph
Your corpse tells its tale in blood, pus and grume
Spilling out secrets you should take to your tomb
A carnal epitaph perhaps best left unheard
The time has come to mince more than words
Parting words don`t often cut this deep
Engraved on your back, the secrets we`ll keep...
6. Dinnertime in the Morgue
Purulent necromorphism takes hold
As curdled innards turn yellowish with mold
Autodigestion of entrails and liquefaction
Decaying viscera collapse in colonic compaction
Sludge and grume - Viscous gore
Pyomorphism rots - To the core
Spawning ground - For grubs and worms
Infested gut - In your grave you turn...
Bowels bleeding black - As they are consumed
Intestinal tract - splatters all over your tomb
Consuming impulse - The larvae are gorged
The corpse starts to convulse - Dinnertime in the morgue
Gelatinous hulk, once bone and flesh
Your body rotten, there`s nothing left
Totally decayed, your carcass consumed
This grotesque end to which we`re doomed...
Dissolving guts - putrefactive grunk
Nest of maggots - In your trunk
The deadened guts - They make their womb
Necrosis borne - In the tomb
Rotting away - Turn in your grave
Infernal decay - Burn in your grave
Necrosis sets in - Let there be rot
Pyosis begins - Left there to rot
Bowels absorbs into the turmorous, amorphous mass
Dissolving proteins break down in the morass
Death becomes you in quite a ghastly way
Held fast in the decrepit grip of decay
Bowels bleeding black - As they are consumed
Intestinal tract - splatters all over your tomb
Consuming impulse - The larvae are gorged
The corpse starts to convulse - Dinnertime in the morgue
7. Fester Forever
You`ll fester forever in this forensic hell
Sempiternal suppuration, throax starts to swell
Purulent perdition, the body`s fluid coagulate
Half dissolved gizzards oozing on my plate
Slathering the chyme and pyathoric grume
Your Last Supper is meal that turns my table to your tomb
Imbibe the fedit fluids and gorge myself upon the guts
Ravenously I stuff my face, my gullet starts to glut!
My meal congeals, my nostrils reel, flesh is all I need
Spoon the grume, stole from the tomb, bute the hand that bleeds
Sputter, spatter, supper, splatter, slurp the sicky swill
Chyme after chyme, at feeding time, I always eat my fill!
Fester Forever
Gored, Devoured and severed
Eat, drink, and be marry
For tomorrow we die
Meat is just flesh, only temporary
On its pulpous provisions we dine
A carnal cornucopia
Of maturating bowels and offal
The bitter rasp of decay`s pungent taste
Permeates every putrid mouthful
My meal congeals, my nostrils reel, flesh is all I need
Spoon the grume, stole from the tomb, bute the hand that bleeds
Sputter, spatter, supper, splatter, slurp the sicky swill
Chyme after chyme, at feeding time, I always eat my fill!
Fester Forever
Anatomized, gnawed, and dismembered
Ribcage pried apart and sundered open wide
The pulmonary splatter platter is served
Mucu-purulent morsels of viscous heart and lung
A fell feast that is quite ill-deserved
If meat is murder, then cannibalism`s carnage
My seven corpse meals are an excess in death
I rise from my table soaken in the fluids of the deceased
Bile hangs hot on my breath
Fester Forever
Gored, Devoured and severed
8. Deep Red
Step by step, death by death
The end draws closer breath by breath
An ichor-stained fate from which you won`t be spared
The crimson labyrinth in which we`re ensnared...
Behold-
In shattered mirror what you`ve become
Only now at the end-
Can you see how terror runs...
Blood runs cold
Horror runs wild
Your life runs out
Death runs-
Deep red
Your existence ebbs in a scarlet symphony
Your parting words gasped in dismal necrony
Any hope you had to survive has now died
Gagging on blood as you swallow much more than your pride...
So many times-
I fantasized
About you so many ways-
To take your life!
Blood runs cold
Horror runs wild
Your life runs out
Death runs-
Deep red
Blood runs cold
Horror runs wild
Your life runs out
Death runs-
Deep red
9. Infester
Your abdomen punctured just beneath the chest
To access the gizzards he soon will infest
This gurgling oblique aponeurosis is split
By an influx of patogens through the hypogastric slit...
Infester
Your entrails reviled as they`re plagued and infected
By diseased bacteria he has injected
Forced to play host to neurotropic grime
Your innards now plagued with pathogenic slime...
Infester
Organs sputter and spasm drowned in the cess
Sphinctral vlaves clogged by this viral excess
Your abdomen bloats with virulent eruption
Discontented intestines crepitating in corruption
Eaten from the inside out your life`s being consumed
Festered rot in your guts turns your body to your tomb...
His handiwork your funeral, he watches with a laugh
Sardonic smile across his face as you wretch your epitaph...
Within yourchruning belly necrosis necrosis spreads and thrives
An excruciating way to die: Infested alive!!!
Infester
10. Slave to the Casket
To have and to hold after death`s done its part
In a grave lying cold there remains my heart
In sickness and stealth I come for conjugal exhumation
Disinterring my betrothed for postmortem consummation
To love and to cherish, though rotten and perished
For richer or poorer
Even though I abhor her...
In a chapel we were wed
We found marital bliss
Now in this chapel of the dead
Again we shall kiss...
Drawn back to the mausoleum, to rekindle love`s icy flame
A dutiful bridegrume`s devotion, to the corpse who bears my surname
By night it`s her embrace that I crave, our conjugal deathbed is her grave
By undying love I am depraved, I am the casket`s slave
On one hand is my revulsion to these sordid tomb trysts
On the other is a gold ring that sill binds me to this
Necro-nuptial bliss is hard to find often
Our second honeymoon was spent nude in this coffin
My loving memory lives on in ways some would deplore,
Since she has passed on, death is all I live for
At times it`s mortifying, being in love with a stiff
The rigors of marriage were never quite like this...
In a chapel we were wed
Seeking marital bliss
Now in this chapel of the dead
I once more open your lips
Drawn back to my consort, To feel the passion of love`s icy flame
An amorous necrophile`s compulsion, To ravish the corpse who took my name
By night it`s her embrace that I crave, Our conjugal deathbed is her grave
By undying love I am depraved, I am the casket`s slave
Slave to the casket
Slave to the casket
Slave to the casket
Slave to the casket
Though her beauty has long since decayed
My love carries on unafraid
Emboldened by the stench of my wife, I give her the fuck of her afterlife
My love is beautifully pure
In putrefactive innards immured
Once I was soft and unable to love her
Now six feet down I molest my dead lover
In a chapel we were wed
I never found the true bliss
Till in this chapel of the dead
We shared a stolen kiss...
Drawn back to the chranel house, To feel the cold breath of love`s icy flame
Now you take all of me deep inside you, The way once you took my name
By night it`s her embrace that I crave, Our conjugal deathbed is her grave
By undying love I am depraved, I am the casket`s slave...
11. Slaughtercult
The Necromaniac arises from the grave
To re-open the abscess, disembalm and deprave
Dissecting and defiling the deadest of the dead
Another quagmire of flesh whose life ended deep red
Slaughtercult...
In peace you`ll never rest
Slaughtercult!
To the fucking death!
Excreting innards in my human slaughterhouse
A sepulchral slaughter for the dead to divulge
Your decrepit crescendo is a new lesson in pathology
Gore fucking Metal is the only funereality!
Slaughtercult!
The dead shall never rest
Slaughtercult!
TO THE FUCKING DEATH!!
12. Funeral Fuck
Forensic fetishism
By erogenuos rottenatomy aroused
Shameless self-fondling aggressively abetted
By the embaldming fluid with which you are doused
Tagged, stabbed and lavaged
You`ve passed beyond the veil
Blood replaced by formaldehyde
Your lifeless flesh so pale
Now I pay my last disrespects
Here are my final regards:
As it was in life so it is now in death
Cold, grim and hard!
Funeral fuck
Funeral fuck
Entangled in lust`s contorted embrace
Undulating within the shroud
And I`m proud to do my part
In making your passing cum laude
I orgasm in the open casket
Wanking on your wake,
Writhing on the slab,
With each liberty I take
Now I pay my last disrespects
Here are my final regards:
As it was in life so it is now in death
Cold, grim and hard!
Funeral fuck
Funeral fuck
The naked and the dead
Carnal knowledge so corrupt
Consummating your death certificate
Your eternal rest I lustily disrupt
The last rites are invoked in moans
As I grovel in my intimacy
At least you aren`t facing death alone
Your ends is my means to ecstasy
Now I pay my last disrespects
Here are my final regards:
As it was in life so it is now in death
Cold, grim and hard!
Funeral fuck
Funeral fuck
13. Vacant Grave
Headstones overturned and smashed
Your fucking corpse I want to thrash
The cold, hard ground I hack and slash
Coffins torns apart like trash
Six feet closer to your doom
From this grave I will exhume
Horrid flesh my blade consumes
As I destroy your earthen tomb!
Vacant Grave
To remove my rotting prize
From the soil the box will rise
Disembalm the cadaverized
Defile the dead I so despise
The pick-axe now unburied
Slaughter in the cemetery
From the site the corpse is carried
The ink still wet on the obituary
Vacant Grave
Your hands and feet I masticate
The body I incinerate
A shovel used to decapitate
The corpse`s head I obliterate
Only pieces they will find
Of the carnage so unkind
Twisted fragments of your spine
At the hole I left behind!
Vacant Grave!
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