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GOREROTTED LYRICS
"A New Dawn For The Dead" (2005)
1. ...And Everything Went Black
2. Pain as a Prelude to Death
3. Nervous Gibbering Wreck
4. Adding Insult to Injury
5. Fable of Filth
6. Dead Drunk
7. A Very Grave Business
8. Horrorday in Haiti
9. Selection and Dissection of Parts For Resurrection
1. ...And Everything Went Black
My eyes well with tears as I´m pinned to the floor
Pants fill with fear, help at the throat by an attack dog
A blood curdling cackle emits from a shadow at the door
I try to struggle loose but feel a tightening jaw
Thrown in the cellar and violently kicked about
Pummelled in my ribs, back, sides, head and mouth
'I needed his stereo and his widescreen TV
To sell down the pubs for crack money
Bewildered and faint after a blow to the head
A deeply cut gash spewing forth crimson-red
Tightly bound arms pulled all the way up my back
Hysterical screams of anguish drown out the nauseating cracks
Straps me to a bench with rusty hooks pushed through my skin
Assisted suicide-suspension of a reluctant victim
As I start to go limp from the insufferable pain
I´m awaken with a whack so I don´t miss a thing
It doesn´t seem real when my cranium´s scalped
Or my nose is shattered, or my teeth pulled out
Lost in a dark place, giving up on life
Awaiting my fate from the flash of a knife
A glance to the walls reveals blades and saws
If I didn´t know better I´d say he´d done this before
A flick of his wrist, ther´s no giong back
The last thing I see before it all goes black
An easy, cushy life never had to graft
I just turned out wrong and wasted every chance
I was given, so I´m finally getting what was coming to me
Excruciating pain and agony
It doesn´t seem real when my cranium´s scalped
Or my nose is shattered, or my teeth pulled out
Lost in a dark place, giving up on life
Awaiting my fate from the flash of a knife
A glance to the walls reveals blades and saws
If I didn´t know better I´d say he´d done this before
A flick of his wrist, ther´s no giong back
The last thing I see before it all goes black
An amorphous bloody body, violated and left to rot
Face down in the corner, another number now forgot
2. Pain as a Prelude to Death
Mispent time lavished with prime-evil
Unable to escape, exhaled in black
The breaking of chains, Saliva in stain
Developing need, lustrous disdain
Skinless and warm the corpse is endowed
Defiled in sin as the craving allows
Tissues become morpheus creation
Blistering and black as the bile floods out
Skin soaked with you, blood encrusted and reduced
Torn into shreds all your expressions are gone
Loosening my grip vile gasses emit
Moulding you into my necro-art
A faecal feast of intestinal fortitude
Gut walls give way with a desperate choke
Feeding the freak, a blood splattered chest
The climax controls and the appendages contort
Killing to become your god
Now that I´ve become your god
Killing to become your god
So I´ve become your god
3. Nervous Gibbering Wreck
Darkness descends on my world once again
Straining to see the truth in front of me
Clawing through broken glass, tears and cuts
Floor drenched in death screaming in agony
Faces surround me cold and dead
Gazing into nowhere, filling me with hellish dread
Spellbound by malice paranoid and cold
The living dead sit quiet filled with black blood
With ravenous vermin gnawing flesh
The hunger returns for the sustenance that I dread
Racing through my veins with a vengeance so cold
Feeling like god rising above this world
I wake up fast with the fear of all fears
The horror of all horrors, making no sense of it all
Send me back up, to the place that I belong
I´ve known you too well, and for far too long
Feeding you death, a white god-send
The spirits beckon as they claw throughout your mind
Spiralling up, never wanting it to end
Enlightenment comes, spiritually transformed
Dragged back down, the room closes in
Unable to speak, unsettled and grim
Alone in the dark, unable to stop
Thirsting for more, self destruction as art
A nervous gibbering wreck curled up in a ball
Lonely and shivering making no sense of it all
Sweating and pale, the bodies arise
Hungering for more, giving up on life
I wake up fast with the fear of all fears
The horror of all horrors, making no sense of it all
Send me back up, to the place that I belong
I´ve known you too well, and for far too long
A nervous gibbering wreck curled up in a balll
Lonely and shivering making no sense of it all
Sweating and pale, the bodies arise
Hungering for more, giving up on life
4. Adding Insult to Injury
A sultry, wicked femme fatale with blotchy skin all pale and sweet,
A sickly facial glow with holes and gaps dotted along her rotten teeth
Hair drawn up high pulling back her face, her arms reach out to grab for me
Growling and panting, dribbling and stumbling, murmuring incoherently
Evoking the demonic crux of life
Calling forth in blasphemous tongues
The hunger´s returned for the spirit that race´s
Through her mind, her vains, her lungs
With an evil cackle that cuts the air like an E.coli infected rust knife
She gropes and searches with filthy hands where weeping sores and scabs are rife
I look into her bloodshot eyes and take her in my shaking arms
Her language is foul, her breath even worse, never could resist her filthy charms
My backdoor crack-whore
Gives me lovin´ when I´m feeling down
My backdoor crack-whore
I gave her some white, she offered me the brown
Left me sore and feeling sick, as we lay together in our own filth
She gave it up, I took her high, she flfet me itching, wanting to die
A shadow of my former self, now weak, confused and in poor health
Ridden with disease and junkified, spreading the plague rotting out my insides
5. Fable of Filth
Go forth and multily society gains and you´re sentenced to die
Blinded by lies, savage disdain and the fallen arise
Beneath the fabric loyalist games and sadistic tactic
Spellbind my eyes, the truth becomes mine, now begin, your demise
Searching for my liken ones kith and kin, souls of god
Few and far between they come distant lands, closely tied
Take this land and call it mine cleanse the filth, in their guise
Send me to the higher plane martyrdom, in god´s eyes
Black cloud of death I walk among you
Choosing my time I walk among you
Silent I creep, into your lungs, taking your breath
Maggots you run, try to hide, every step to your death
6. Dead Drunk
Got me dead drunk
Shaking, sweating, smelling death
Ethanol venom on my breath
Wake up each day to feel this pain
Looks like I´ve done the bad thing again
God I loved that girl next door
But she got me spilling on the floor
Opened my face like rotting vines
A scent so sweet like blood divine
We only thought we´d had a few
And couldn´t think of nothing else to do
With dutch courage and devilish charm
I thought that I could twist her arm
She got me naked in the bath
And cracked my head upon the hearth
Dragged me out and wrapped me up
Buried me deep, left me there to rot
Clawing through the soil, gagging for fresh air
Hallucinationg life, lost in my despair
Escaping at last from my subterranean pit
A pounding head, a mouth tasting of shit
The demons taunt, encouraging me to feed
To search the streets for the poison I need
Carnage hits me hard as I stumble through
The panice stricken town
Terror all around as bodies scramble
To get it necked and hold it down
Couldn´t wait for the weekend, ready to hit the town
But I met a very bitter end when she cold heartedly beat me down
No longer human, a salvating monster, the beast within unleashed
Bursting through beeping doors reaching for my liquid feast
Head tilted back throat opened up, the lowest of all men
Feel the change as my strength returns doing the dance of destruction again
7. A Very Grave Business
A lurking street urchin by the dday, whose conning ways offer a lowly wage
So when night falls to the church I turn, to see what treasures I can earn
I take my shovel and I take my sack, to see what I can bring me back
I rob gld & silver & amber & pearls from your dear beloveds that have left this world
I see your face - and then it´s gone without trace
I feel I´m losing my sight - haunting life day and night
Raven red hair - I have to stop here and stare
Your piercing eyes black and cold - the devil´s broken the mould
My lamplight casts upon the grave, of magaret erskine
A disease ridden dame
Friday night she died and was buried in the morn
Enriched in jewels, wrapped in fine coths
From the earth she comes again
Punishing the sins of all men
Taking life like taking breath
A tortured soul lives on in death
I see your face
And then it´s gone without trace
I feel I´m losing my sight
Haunting life day and night
Raven red hair
I have to stop here and stare
Your piercing eyes black and cold
The dvil´s broken the mould
I want that ring I must not linger
I can´t get it off the dead wench´s finger
I need to take it to the nearest inn
And swap it for a pint of gin
A very grave business, no man should witness
She walked in the bar all pale and white, it gave me such a massive fright
She looked all dead and did quite stink it almost made me drop my drink
Excuse me sir but that´s my ring, and now my hand it don´t half sting
So the moral now the story´s read, don´t steal bling from off the dead
8. Horrorday in Haiti
It´s a horroday in haiti, as I´m raised up from the dead
Tasting clotted goats bood and long pigs rotten flesh
Reborn a tyrant of the soul and created as a slave
Longing to find a resting place in my unmade grave
Forced to walk the dusty village committing evil, depraved sins
Feeding on the living chewing up their sinews, shredding up therir tattered skin
Woman and children scream in anguish as they watch their helpless men devoured alive
Praying to their absent god that we don´t find the refuge in which they try and hide
Immortality
Without spiritual dimensions
Lifeless and soulless and godless death puppet
At one with the undead, die and awalk a hell for me
Searching further for potential victims
My hunger no abating yet
Clambering through the carnage seeking human
Bounty, sinking my teeth into stringy flesh
Chanting rhythms surround me from all sides , high
Priests working their dastardly land
Immortality
Without spiritual dimensions
Lifeless and soulless and godless death puppet
At one with the undead, die and awalk a hell for me
The sweet aroma of death fills
The dry heated air
The sun bakes my corpse, rotting
Dead cells with it´s powerful glare
Slowly falling apart trying to sink
Back into my lair
Forced forever to walk the earth
Undead and without a prayer
Paying for my lifetime of wicked deeds the ultimate human sacrifice
Right and holy men felling kalibas trees for zombie ritual and evil rites
Punishing the sinners with eternal hunger set to walk the earth in a sedated state
Feasting on the forbidden fruits the only fuel to sustanMy hunger and cure the constant pain
IT`S A NEW DAWN FOR THE DEAD
9. Selection and Dissection of Parts For Resurrection
Broken and dishevelled resortingt to desperate measures
Cataonic and determined seeking out human treasures
A vicoius predator in the daed of night
Hunting the backstreet alleys out of site
Selecting victims that woldn´t be missed
Collecting spare parts to be ticked off the ist
Selecting the donors wasn´t heard
Dissection had been got down to an art
Mourning her loss had acquired a collection
Of spare parts for her resurrection
The last resorts of a broken man
Desperate with a psychotic plan
No will to lifve a solitary life
Craving the company of his rotten wife
Livers, bladders, kidneys and hearts
Extracted and fitted like spare car parts
Rejecting all but the perfect bits
Healthy and fruitful, not battered or split
A discardded pile amongst pus and slime
Swollen with papules and oozing grime
A human laboratory vile and depraved
Saving his love from a premature grave
Selecting the donors wasn´t heard
Dissection had been got down to an art
Mourning her loss had acquired a collection
Of spare parts for her resurrection
The last resorts of a broken man
Desperate with a psychotic plan
No will to lifve a solitary life
Craving the company of his rotten wife
Too picky about the style and shape
Or if the coilour would be to her taste
An exquisite corpse bloated out of shape
Putrefying fast, poisonous gasses escape
A perfectionist spending too long trying to gather
The perfect parts for her fragile cadaver
No chance of bringing her lifeless form back
An unrecognisable soul, swollen and black
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