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IMPALED LYRICS
"The Dead Shall Dead Remain" (2000)
1. Introduction
2. Fæces of Death
3. Flesh and Blood
4. Trocar
5. Spirits of the Dead
6. Immaculate Defecation
7. Fæcal Rites
8. Back to the Grave
9. All That Rots
10. Gorenography
11. Blood Bath
1. Introduction
2. Fæces of Death
[music - Sean McGrath and Leon del Muerte]
[lyrics - Sean McGrath]
Desiccated flesh I peruse
Your vacuous form is devoid of all life
Poetry in motions
As yet another stiff goes under the knife
Soaked in the fluids of the dead
Mucous, blood, and pus
Your abdomen a quagmire of maturating chyme
With preservatives and soaps your innards I flush
Melting organs degenerate into foam
This unctuous melange is disgorged into tureens
Down the drain, your insides wash away
A cold empty shell, the slate is wiped clean
Incruental - exsanguinated husk
Intubated - a trocar is thrust
ncarnadine - with offal you'll erupt
Your carcass I'll corrupt
Despumated - your ribcage is swabbed
Detumescence - in solidifying globs
Devenustated - you've lost all your charm
In my incapable hands you will surely come to harm
Your evacuated torso is stuffed
With soiled toilet tissue, balled into clumps
Diarrhea is imbued with a smile
With my conspurcate concoction, your body I defile
Inundated arteries now burst
In festering excreta, immersed
Your body is awash in disease
When I'm alone in the morgue, I do as I please
Plugs of cotton soak up minor spills (you're quite a mess)
The rich, foamy lather of putrefying bungs
Your fetor is inhaled with a thrill (I can't protest)
The flatulent bouquet matures in my lungs
Exspiscating - my work didn't take
Exundated - the sutures proceed to break
Exspuition - the contents are purged
Flesh and fæces are merged
[solo: "Full of Shit" by S.C. McGrath]
Embalmed with septic mung
Capillaries choked with dung
A piss poor excuse for an open casket funeral
Abdomen is sunken in
My fetid breath is laced with gin
Your cadaver on display for the bereaved to mull
3. Flesh and Blood
[music - Leon del Muerte and Sean McGrath]
[lyrics - Sean McGrath]
[solo: "De-Incarnated Mass of Fungal Strains " by S.C. McGrath]
Pulling the morbid stiffs
From the damp, sepulchral tomb
Harvesting the rotten
My vocation, to exhume
Methanous tissues removed
With procedures so emetic
A sordid conflagration
Your corpse is quite pathetic
Dissecting body parts, disinhumed
As my head starts to reel from the fumes
Consuming the cadaverous chyme
Sopped up from the crypt
I morbidly dissect
As jellified muscles are ripped
Oozing thoracic pulp
Is thoroughly molested
Engorged with cankerous phlegm
I've left you quite congested
Grinding the dead into slaw
As formaldehyde drips from my maw
Committing your remains to the mud
Eternally, you'll rot
You're only flesh and blood
Your remnants are boxed
[solo: "One Foot in the Grave" by S.C. McGrath]
Bones have been picked
[solo: "Distressed Fallopian Discharge Bottled and Sold" by L.d. Muerte]
Your carnage interred
[solo: "Uglinous Erosion of Necrocellular Proteins" by S.C. McGrath]
A botched, necrotic wreck
[solo: "Blood Bank Robbery and Singular Enjoyment of Booty" by L.d. Muerte]
4. Trocar
[music - Leon del Muerte]
[lyrics - Sean McGrath]
Impacted tissue is riddled with clots
Morbidly studying your gross anatomy
Perinium is sullied with moldering pus
A mass of gelatinized forensick liquidity
Locating my trocar, the tool of my trade
Emaciated fingers nimbly find what I need
Desiring the gavage, I hastily optate
Into your chest intercalated as your innards I bleed
Muscle tissue rips, my needle drips
Proceeding with my work, I'm an insensitive jerk
Acid from your stomach is disgorged with a splat
Liquid offal gargles in your throat
Embalming tubes occluded with clumps of rotting fat
Decaying larval brine is force fed until you choke
Impaled on a spike, internal organs are sucked
Mellifluent gore by the buckets is drained
Pernicious bilge is pumped from your gut
Acidic bacteria now mangle your brain
Lactating pus
Eructating guts
Decorticated stiff
I take another sniff
Macerated veins are with a trocar dislodged
Playing host to my probe, your pelvis now sprays
Abdominal saliva is splattered from your anus
Lathering my needle, your ignominious remains
Easing the point into delicate flesh
Declension with steel is sublimely enmeshed
Irrigated fluids cake the porcelain slab
Methodically in-vaginated with bromidic scabs
Pus, from your veins, is tapped
A bloody awful mess, your corpse is bloodless
Lancinated gore is sapped
Exenterated sot, your withered cadaver will rot
Decaying on the slab
I take another stab
[solo: "The Mortician's Sword" by L.d. Muerte]
[solo: "Lachrimose Germentation" by S.C. McGrath]
Muscles are imbued with a gelatinous mix
Prepatent secretions from your bowel make me sick
A redolent mephitis maturates in the guts
Laughing at your humor as it seeps from the cuts
Ensmultified with larvae, your carcass is replete
Drawn and quarted in a morgue as innards I delete
Ichor is liquesced and from veins gladly pumped
My nocturnal vocation has my colleagues quite stumped
Packed in a coffin full of salt
An acrid scent seeps from the box
Lye is applied as the earth is fed
Ensconced in a tomb, for you are quite
Dead
5. Spirits of the Dead
[music - Sean McGrath and Leon del Muerte]
[lyrics - Sean McGrath]
Your ribcage is avulsed
Mangled, chopped, and hewn
Organ meats have been sundered
And about your coffin strewn
Latent germs deliquesce your guts
Fermenting your simmering brine
Upon this loathsome, steaming mass
I'm predisposed to dine
Dehydrated liver is quenched with grog
In a gurgulating froth, dissolved
In purulence ruptured, your bowel has turned septic
Your innards are now devolved
Intestines turn to slush
Vitriolic mush
Inebriating fumes, mind altering effluvium
An intoxicating funeral binge on post-digestive chum
Carbonated gastric stew
Excreted, distilled, and imbibed
A nidorous concoction fermented to proof
The dead I tap, siphon, and grind
[solo: "Dead Drunk" by S.C. McGrath]
[solo: "Consumption of Inebriates and Subsequent Goggles of Alcoholic Deception" by L.d. Muerte]
[solo: "The Siphoning of Liquescent Dead Tissue for Use in the Fermentation]
[of Grain Alchohol, and the Consumption Thereof" by S.C. McGrath]
[solo: "A Porcelain Visitation" by L.d. Muerte]
Spirits of the dead
Sip the rotting head
Repulsively imbued
With necro-holic brew
6. Immaculate Defecation
[music - Leon del Muerte and Sean McGrath]
[lyrics - Leon del Muerte and Sean McGrath]
The colon explodes with diarrheal sepsis
Anal leakage ecstactically shed
A stenching mass of post-bolal rot
Corn laced reeking ano-gastric snot
Your skivvies besmirched with foetid mung
Liquid viscous, peanut dotted dung
Your rectum protrudes from its now swollen rim
Your diapers are filled to the brim
Virgophrenic ass
Through which the sludge is passed
Colypeptic chyme
It always hurts the first time
Defecate, remove the dregs
Terminal colorrhagia
With an afterbirth of chyle
Saponaceous foam
To you lips, bring a smile
[solo: "Manual Deinstallation of Ordure from Partially Decrepit Bungs" by L.d. Muerte]
Table manners lacking in grace
Your fingers used to stuff your face
Your breech still emitting rancorous poo
Pour another bowl of butthole stew
Your anus wiped clean with antiseptic pads
Depuration of faegalical clots
Powdered with talc, your bilge takes on a pallor
Decrepitation, a sickening false alarm
Digested pablum disposed of with haste
Bursting at the seams, a bag full of waste
Decontaminated, to try and make amends
You're bound to fill your trousers again
7. Fæcal Rites
[music - Leon del Muerte]
[lyrics - Ross Sewage, Sean McGrath, and Leon del Muerte]
Mastication starts the process
Transforms the food into bolus
Deglutition of the ruffage
Oesophageal stage
Careening straight down my gullet
Into my gut it will plummet
Churning acids digest chyme
Nutrients refined
Escheria Coli wil act
As a complex glucose tap
But it's from the rectum I gain
The excrement which flows like rain
Our fæces who art in rectum
Hallowed be thy name
Thy kingdom bung, thy will be dung
The filth invades my septum
Hole(y) anus full of shit
The turd is with me
Blessed art thou coprophagist
Messed is the fruit of thy feast
Bowing to the porcelain god
Plunge my face in the steaming mess
Bobbing for stinky turds
Septic waters filled with cess
A smile crosses my sullied face
Eagerly devouring my own waste
My bowel movement I must praise
The ordure fits my taste
Ingest the scat, eat the mess
Swallow the filth, engorge the cess
An epiphany of divine waste
The genesis of shit
Analic hyms, mass for a mass
My appetite is sick
Covenant with chyme to create crap
Exodus out my hole
My prayers answered, I flush the altar
Let my fæces go
Our fæces who art in rectum
Hallowed be thy name
Thy kingdom bung, thy will be dung
The filth invades my septum
Hole(y) anus full of shit
The turd is with me
Blessed art thou coprophagist
Messed is the fruit of thy feast
8. Back to the Grave
[music - Ross Sewage]
[lyrics - Ross Sewage]
Exhumed, debauched and consumed
My torpid flesh has been sullied by your spunk
And I have played privy to your necrotic whimsy
You so enjoyed inhaling my decrepit funk
My organs and entrails you delightfully assailed
Thrashing mound of thoracic de-activity
A lover you have found, six feet down
Licking from my skin the moist lividity
Torn from the tomb for your lustful desire
My fouled viscera are what you admire
An unholy union on a funeral pyre
A caseated carcass really lights your fire
A sickening treat under the sheets
The rigor mortis of love can be hard
And the love that we have made, from the grave I was laid
Rubbing your genitals in my congealing lard
A glistening liver and ensanguined gut
The erotic intestines of this grumous mound
Embalming fluid and morticians Y-cut
Turn you on as my omentum you pound
Humiliated corpse, insults are compiled
Penetrated rectum, no guilt reconciled
Laid in a repose with a grisly smile
Used and abused, my existence defiled I'm a lover of the dead, as a corpse
you'll share my bed, but your usefulness is bled
Back to the grave
I've had my sick fun, but now I am done, it's time for you to cum
Back to the grave
Our affair is through, I've no more use for you, you've paid your deathly dues
Back to the grave
We've shared death throes, but my love has decomposed, and now you will go
Back to the grave
Once you needed me
But now you'll go solo
[solo: "Death's Sweet Embrace" by S.C. McGrath]
Callously flaying your skin, no cum-passion, I confess
Revealing muscles and tendons to lasciviously caress
The object of my dissection, a foetid mate at best
Relentlessly tugging at heart strings through a hole I tore in the chest
[solo: "Rending a Broken Heart" by L.d. Muerte]
Employing a probing tool to penetrate the dry orifice
Grinding pus and masticating grume, I ram the ass with my fist
Be not distraught as your cadaver I drop, the remains of your lips I kiss
Thoroughly infested with maggots, your body has brought me such bliss
Sanguine amour
Dead meat to crave
Putrid carcass
Cannot be saved
Back to the grave
Supple white flesh, bleached with death
Masturbate on my maggot eaten face
The cold touch of the dead (it has been said)
Can inspire a necromantic craze
You partook in love and human remains
With my disinterred body you were chuffed
But as I fall to pieces near the end
My rottenness will force a break-up
Sever my skull and I'll give you head
About your boudoir my limbs are spread
But with your hunger for death now fed
This relationship is dead
I'm a lover of the dead, as a corpse you'll share my bed, but your usefulness
is bled
Back to the grave
I've had my sick fun, but now I am done, it's time for you to cum
Back to the grave
Our affair is through, I've no more use for you, you've paid your deathly dues
Back to the grave
We've shared death throes, but my love has decomposed, and now you will go
9. All That Rots
[music - Leon del Muerte and Sean McGrath]
[lyrics - Sean McGrath]
[solo: "Funerary Feast on the Recently Deceased" by S.C. McGrath]
[solo: "Manic Rottraphagia" L.d. Muerte]
[solo: "Exfodiation of Pus Filled Stiffs for Total Gormandization" by S.C. McGrath]
[solo: "Exhibiting the Trots from the Consumption of Rot" by L.d. Muerte]
Wholly rotten, your body decayed
Your husk a decomposing organic sewer
Ichor boiled, congealed, and reduced
Into a fustular mass of fertile manure
Liquid waste expelled
With a nauseating smell
Your innards have started to turn
The stink makes my sinuses burn
With intestinal fortitude I'm forced to digest
This purulent victual with which I'm obsessed
Greedily binging on glistening turds
As gristle and fat form globular curds
Pulsating liver is violently excised
Pureed, brewed, and mulled
A gustatory treat for the mentally ill
With which my senses are dulled
Your kidneys are stewed and with offal imbued
Infused with simmering gore
Of carbonized entrails and all that is rotten
I'm quite a connoisseur
A foetid tapioca is prepared in your colon
Nauseating pudding, thickened with pus
A genital soufflé is concocted on the fly
Post-mortem nutrimentof decomposing guts
Putrescine elixir is quaffed to kill the taste
A most refreshing aperitif
The noxious beverage is tapped from your skull
You're repulsively rotten beyond belief
10. Gorenography
[music - Sean McGrath and Leon del Muerte]
[lyrics - Sean McGrath and Ross Sewage]
Latent images in solutions submerged
A gallery of gore for posterity preserved
Your visage shall endure long after you've been laid to rest
Immortalized in celluloid as record of your death
A recremental work of art
Artuated straight from the heart
Your destiny is black and white
A grisly study in still life
A kalopsic collage is your patchwork grave
The cutting room floor is where you spend your last days
Anonymous atrocities, my subjects are the dead
An amateur gorenographer cutting off heads
Glistening gralloch, a zoetrope of rot
Exenterated torsos coacervate and clot
Veristic works of art are developed and displayed
Decomposed and posed as I prepare another plate
On my nefandous noctuary I diligently toil
For a carcass exfodiated from hallowed soil
An axunge prepared to grease the gears
Lacking my wit, kin may shed tears
Cohesive structure is what you lack
A poultice of plaster will fill in the cracks
Sculptures in flesh are my medium du jour
Your puniceous effigy I faithfully restore
Abdomen is spliced and the lighting is set
I'll develop your roll as my ensanguined subject
Holes drilled in your skull form a camera obscura
This document of death will be rather thorough
My scrapbook of horror is your final epitaph
Pictures from the after world, a corpse photographed
Your countenance embossed in silver gelatin
A gruesome reminder of your untimely end
A test sheet is used for the final cut
Through trial and error I make my decision
The template enlarged to a grainy print
This excoriated exhibit, my final revision
[solo: "Welcome to the Bone Room" by L.d. Muerte]
[solo: "Matted and Framed for Decay" by S.C. McGrath]
Artistic license I must take
Depleted bones I'm apt to break I strike the set, this shoot is a wrap
Your casket occluded with residual scraps
The harvest I find in a moldering crate
A cadaverous curio with which I create
11. Blood Bath
[music - Sean McGrath and Leon del Muerte]
[lyrics - Ross Sewage]
Necrotic ooze poured from a carafe
Acquired for a blood bath
In the morgue lies a treasure trove of lividous compounds decaying
A trocar suctions out the blood while a sphincter suffers my raking
With reams of ichor and surplus of fæces, the dead are so giving
A boundless supply of foetid excretions compels me to lavage the stench of
the living
My skin sullied with the filth of life
Vomit of my pores with which I am rife
In my crepitated pits bacteria thrive
Momentarily subdued by this morbid dive
Cadaverous fats boiled into soap for a rotten lather
Ensanguine mix of excreta and chyme, the cleanser I have gathered
Putrescent spilth and human chum squab over the lip of my tub
Soaking in the dead, skeletal remains exfoliate and scrub
A cauldron teeming with wasted corse
This mortal soiled with pus and remorse
Out, out damned spot, caught red-handed, blood stains so hard to clean
Arteries pumping crimson kelter, veins to expunge and ream
A babe from the womb untimely ripped, bereft of life, it's squeezed and
drained
Placenta sponging at this corporeal form of which I am ashamed
Basted organs
Sebacious glands
Cooked in a vat
For a blood bath
Scour away integument to reveal the fleshy tendons that I'll
Abrase with cholic acid and with a solvent composed of bile
Scrub out my gullet with a pro-septic wash that will
Erase this mired being to be drained with the rest of the swill
Post-mortem spew and excrement garnish the mort bouillon
Meliorated with moldered viscera in my dead body lotion
The necro-emetic concoction, effervescing with unctuous suds
Desoils me of my besmirched existence, submerged in a basin of blood
Blood bath
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