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EXTREEM ECZEEM LYRICS
"Live in Atak" (2000 Live album)
1. Nocrovorous cuisine
2. Puss-eater
3. Fear of napalm (Terrorizer cover)
4. Corpse fucker
5. Metal church (Metal Church cover)
6. Rotten to the gore (Carcass cover)
7. Mummyfied
8. Dóo't heanig ân!
9. Slowly we rot (Obituary)
1. Nocrovorous cuisine
2. Puss-eater
3. Fear of napalm (Terrorizer cover)
From the sky you see it fall
nowhere else left to hide
people screaming burn to ash
fear of dying guess who lost
Pray to live no more hope
day of doom
scorching flesh
radiation
lost control
bust to war
outbreak hate
4. Corpse fucker
5. Metal church (Metal Church cover)
Many, many years ago on a distant shore
Men did gather secretly beyond a hidden door
They travelled long and travelled far
Dark into the night
Yes, this is the place they've chosen
To build the Metal site.
Congregation rises, starts to chant a hymn
Of evil, lust and hatred, the roots of every sin
The priest he stands before them, tells them why they are this way
Why they worship metal gods each and every day
By the hand of Oberon, dark into the deep
Love the evil things we do, the secrets that we keep
Metal church, unholy, who'll be the sacrifice
Metal church, the only, don't you know the time is right
Metal church will find you, can't run very far
Metal church inside you, knows just who you are
No use in speaking out against anything we do
While the men of earth they sleep, haven't any clue
Now the story starts again, all the time is lost
Metal Church begins anew....
Saving souls that are lost.
Metal church, unholy, who'll be the sacrifice
Metal church, the only, don't you know the time is right
Metal church will find you, can't run very far
Metal church inside you, knows just who you are
The metal church
6. Rotten to the gore (Carcass cover)
The lingering scirrhus begins to harden
As the insides fall prey to putrefaction
Rotting tissue turns to mush and pulp
As your mind is torn by encephalitis
Your cavities rot with ulcers
Your infected inflammations torn
Your gizzards eaten by incursive decay
You're infernally rotten to the gore...
Juices digested from each pus-swollen pore
Insatiable hunger as I feast on the gore
Nothing gives me greater pleasure
Than a bowl full of chyme
Maggot infested kidneys
Are what I choose every time
The smell of plaguing infection
Is nauseatingly emetic
Prolonged spumescence of stale pus
Stinks like hot, putrid vomit
Your body is indurate
The insides are black as tar
Your innards gnawed by septic hate
Now a mass of empyaema
Your blood is caked
Dried and inconsistent
Your bloody rotten gore
Is now vitrescent
7. Mummyfied
8. Dóo't heanig ân!
9. Slowly we rot (Obituary)
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