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MORTAL DECAY LYRICS
"Gathering of Human Artifacts" (1999 Best of/Compilation)
1. Ars Moriendi
2. Dawn of Misery
3. Requiem
4. Post-Mortem Feast
5. Mortal Decay
6. Splendid Decomposition
7. Bereavement
8. Rejoice In Moribund
9. Gruesomely Deceased
10. Grisly Aftermath
11. Consume The Rancid Gore
12. Human Fossils
13. Apparations
14. Revived Half Dead
15. Opening The Graves
16. Soaking In Entrails
17. Delirium
1. Ars Moriendi
2. Dawn of Misery
3. Requiem
4. Post-Mortem Feast
5. Mortal Decay
6. Splendid Decomposition
7. Bereavement
8. Rejoice In Moribund
Unholy delirium, hallucinations controlling. Dismal shades of reality fade away. Twisted obsessions of bizarre inhumanities,
involuntarily torturing. Watch in fascination, agony feeding the insanity. Sadistic, macabre lust, pleasure and misery now become
one... Shackled bodies cauterized, departing from existence. Quivering, suffering oh so slowly. Deranged acts of cruelty,
celebration of disembowelment. Witnessing these blank expressions as they wonder hoplessly. Eulogies of heinous laughter as I
revel in sacrificial corpulence. Rejoice in mortal blood, rejoice in moribund. I feel no emotions as you slowly pass away. Dying lives
now perish, I writhe in ecstacy.
9. Gruesomely Deceased
10. Grisly Aftermath
11. Consume The Rancid Gore
Bodies dismembered artfully. Twisted heaps of human debris slaughtered with joyous intent, geniously butchered. Splattered,
famished corpses in the process of decay. A sanguinary lust to jugulate, decapitate... or debone, gutt, disembowel, I feast on
carnal remains. Bodies horrificly masticated lie rotting in my polyandrium. Gouged carcasses gourmandized. Bodies blended,
reduced to mush. Pureed innards liquefy transposed to a human goulash. Corpses skinned, diced, then cooked. Human meat my
delicacy. I long for you, I long for your decay. Unearthly devourment, a human recipe so edible. Esculent decadence resulting in
eupepsia. Excruciate, hear the whimpers of the suffering. Succulent corpses lying in their own intestines. Inhuman, cannibalistic
pulchritude. Consume the rancid gore.
12. Human Fossils
13. Apparations
Lurid visions dancing in the twilight, visions dancing exquisite. Ghostly images distorting, ghostly images of Christ. Controlling my
every thought. To receive blessedness in heaven I must mutilate the human race... Apparitions of Christ. Recurring faint
semblances. Pallid and enchanting, horrid illusions provoking. Unexplained visions haunting. Corpses like mannequins lie lifeless
before me, bleeding. Continuously they speak to me. Uncontrolling murdering, twisting reality. Disembodied spectres heinously
cackling. Their dying voices echoing, shrieks of unbearable suffering. The flesh of eternity, the blood of eternity.
14. Revived Half Dead
I know I'm not normal, thoughts of ghastly mutilations. Recurring dreams of unspeakable atrocities. Envisioning the pleasure of
when these dreams become reality. Multiple murders, unbearable strangling. Laughing as I watch them gasping for air. Viciously
choking once they were unconscious. Stabbing continuously in the back, several times in the neck. Revived half dead, horribly
passing away, losing blood rapidly, left behind to die... These bloody hands eagerly choking to unconsciousness. Sometimes
snapping their necks, dying in these bloody hands. Bizarre lifestyle of gruesome crimes, living dreams of horror. Squeezing their
fucking throats, loss of air. Victims gagging, vomiting. Awakened to die. Living dreams of pleasure. I know I'm not normal.
Numerous bodies abducted then murdered. No longer dreaming.
15. Opening The Graves
Opening the graves of local women. Robbing the corpses of the blessed earth. Collecting buried bodies of the recently deceased.
Grim harvest of the dead unearthing their beauty. Necromantic worship of the dead. Salacious obsessions. Portions of their
corpses blanket me. Staring into their vacant eyes, expressionless. Naked, pallid torsos lie scattered. Weeks have passed, their
bodies hanging dead. Dead, human ornaments embellishing me. Cuddling with limbless pulps, dismembering putrescent trophies.
Photographs of the deceased in assorted positions. Decorated with female body parts, pubic hair for souvenirs. Numerous peices
preserved, memorabilia of the dead. Mummified lumps of appendages, the smoldering stink nauseating. My basement now a
charnel house. A gathering of human artifacts of bodies I've exhumed.
16. Soaking In Entrails
There she lies, the victim of my horrendous crime. Disabled and prone, delightfully I amputate. Completely ripped open, I smear
the blood onto my face. Leaking bodily fluids saturate, saturate her battered corpse encircled with scattered stumps. Rummaging,
tearing through her stomach, the horrid beauty so arousing. Soaking in entrails, I stand over her dead body. Mutilated with
passion, I bathe in her disgrace. Beheaded now, intestines decorate her torso. Goresoaked, disemboweled, drenched in her own
waste. Horribly molested, lacerated body hemorrhaging. Disposal of her body parts after days of sick pleasure. So peacefully, so
beautiful soaking in entrails.
17. Delirium
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