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INFESTER LYRICS
"To the Depths... In Degradation" (1994)
1. To the Depths (In Degradation)
2. Chamber of Reunion
3. Braded into Palsy
4. Epicurean Entrails
5. A Viscidy Slippery Secretion
6. A Higher Art of Immutable Beauty
7. Clouding of Consciousness
8. Excoriation Killz the Bliss
9. Mephetic Exhumation
10. Outro
1. To the Depths (In Degradation)
We lay decumbant,
Under the horns of the cresent moon...
Destined to degust omnipotence.
We naturally incubate,
Slowly covering in crust...
And migrate into morpheus dimensions.
A reunion for the deceased to achieve universal knowledge...
Seeking a destination of desolation,
Far beyond the tormentor...
Forms out of fog, a permanent dusk.
The night in which the myths are to be acknowledged...
If not so, dismemberment in return...
Embrace what destiny reveals, but you'll fall...
Thoughts of my agonies go back to when life was not entered.
No one shall miss the secretions from your marrow...
Drenched in accumualated impurities, I would not let this
slip by.
An entity takes over your body, it is the keeper, guider...
Trust your mentor to the deep...
Your mind will wander as presentiments of your death
Peak to a state of confusion.
2. Chamber of Reunion
Room of reunion... Join with the departed,
Souls trapped in a timeless sanctuary of darkness.
... Witness the secret places which shall not be precieved by man.
Talisman strung in remebrance of the dead,
Resurrect visions kept in capsules of existence.
Perception enhanced by smoke and hypnosis,
Subconcious prayers for entreaty.
... Come to call, reappear in form!
Transcending through the boundaries of ancient knowledge.
... Notice the trancient beings
Which thrive on your fear,
Their meager existence I have already experienced
... Moving closer to the core,
I engulf in luminescence,
Aquired from this cerulean consumption,
The resting place of emptiness...
Where blackness robs the spirit
Chamber of reunion
... I may not return to this chamber.
From the blood, we are born of sadness...
But thy celestial spirits are breathed into me,
So I may never know.
3. Braded into Palsy
Licking and taunting naked flesh,
Repulsive ebony skin.
Now destroy this bastard...
Sword to the neck...
Cast in blood.
... Fingering the feces from the anus...
Braded into palsy.
Tedious chopping... Tedious chopping.
Opening the stomach wall
Searching for cancerous sores
I love violating her ass
And drowning in oceans of diarrhea
Fingering the feces from her ass
... Grubbing on the unholy bag
Braded into palsy.
4. Epicurean Entrails
The sword in hand's not yet to be in the ground...
For at the darkest hour, a man may cry out.
Seven tormenting spirits
To be breathed into him...
The black abominations of elusive kinds,
Heads hung in death... Spilling blood for their dead.
Incinerate the soul to die temporarily..
Betrayed torture for a life of recovery,
Now I begin the quest I was born for...
Ridding the world of those pigmented abortion babies.
Fetal infections transplants the foul wastes...
Lift the eyelids to inject this antidote... Only to...
Live though a slow and painful demise,
Reason from the corroded arteries
Seeps from the bubbling skin...
This vagina is a thing to be tortured...
Rat droppings enclose the orifice.
Seven tormenting spirits
To be breathed into him.
God's purist creatures I've hung and eaten...
To reproduce their meat. Alive.
... We rejoiced for a ceremonial reunion,
Where we'll eat and feast on an array of our departed's entrails.
Grant me the delight of necrofucking
My departed followers... They were my companions to the traveling...
I am taken to the deepest corners of the earth...
Spare us when Thee will rise to the earth
5. A Viscidy Slippery Secretion
A devious affliction of pain...
Mutilated beyond belief, no hope for resurrection.
There shall be no polluting of blood, our enemies are low animals.
Program to burn their offspring,
Lapadation to turn them away
... When the cross begins to burn,
Remove the cerecloth...
Reveal to all the soulless carcass,
His body was his cage.
Scraping off the rancid crust... Mortalized face and skin,
That which will never fucking die.
Cold sweat and fear sets in...
This scalpel that I grasp in fear,
Acidic compounds injested by mouth...
Self infliction is my intention.
6. A Higher Art of Immutable Beauty
Through my travels, I have pledged to tell of my
Infatuation with the disturbed.
The traces left behind... Still cower upon my conscience...
Flucuations bringing change, this hell on Earth...
It is a bed of procrustes.
The means are left behind, to the one who is dormant...
He is the placeby which has transfixed me,
Like a cyst it grows and swells...
Bloating to a new confusion.
Your anguish is revealed to me... As you become...
Gudgeon, provoked by this culmination of callings.
The goatish fiend, spills cowardly puss...
In consined perdition, we are overtaken...
By stygian darkness.
What is not known afflicts the inerted mind...
Reflect upon this... Swine.
As you feel me chew on your remaining bowels...
Your mentality is lost... As is the water on your brain...
Like a sudden change... In the course of events,
You must except your end... As you envision,
I venerate the pleasures of eviscerating,
It is a higher art... Of immutable beauty.
As though the oceans boiled and the lands burned...
Malincony, the winds resound a mourning.
Your fearless one... Violated of his life...
-His blood sprayed far during his mutilation.
The habitat is now a shit-ridden landslide...
All the screams become an echoing chant,
As though we sanctify... Gorging in spiteful cleansing,
The incense cannot cover up,
The rotting bodies piled below.
7. Clouding of Consciousness
Scarred, senile minds
Insane from the wait for death
As we watch them die
We can only laugh...
Crawling with a seizure
On the puke drink your own piss
How savoring are feces
When your head's in the toilet seat.
No medications can control the old
Gang green formation
A sick brain unfolding
Clouding of consciousness
Virtually rotting humans
Sadly roam the pensions
Morbid feeling up your spine
The smell of death will hunt you
They should be put out of their misery
Hellbound they shall suffer in reality
They should be thrown on a stinky pile
They must die.
8. Excoriation Killz the Bliss
During the infection
The placenta is most vulnerable
That's my favorite time to insert the vagina seed
Sore birth-giving cunt
Bleed the blood of your retarded son
The troll will soon hatch from your womb
He will shoot out of the vagina
Circumcise the baby troll
Caress him proudly in my arms
Excoriation kills the bliss
Caress him proudly in my arms
During the infection
The placenta is most vulnerable
That's my favorite time to insert the vagina seed
9. Mephetic Exhumation
I caress your head, my child...
Sweet cranium surprise,
Soon we'll feast on the grey matter.
Await the chants, Mephitis arises!
... When I spread your flesh,
And it reveals the insides
I rise to the heathens with joy,
My son, life.
New I'll take you to the breeding place
Be commanded by the primervial forces
,,, Swollen infant encased in the dirt,
To be the coffin of for your remains.
The gaseous hell is exposed from the core,
To rise the altar for damn's creatures...
... Waiting for the moment of chaos
When the ritual is to begin
-Exhumation, discover what swims in the soil...
It is that which dwells in remembrance...
... Interwined with the shadows, an end too complex.
Flesh and jasmine will flavor the air of night
A brisk energy of death... Power to reform life...
As a being of the twilight...
Transplanting windows to the afterlife.
Creep through the dark, through the fog to find
Our sacred ground, Where energy is received
-A band of souls transports onward to destinations
Now unknown... drained of sorrow...
Proceed to feast lost in cosmos...
Insignificance of perception disturbed,
Await the chants, Mephitis arise!
10. Outro
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