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NECROPHAGIST LYRICS
"Onset of Putrefaction" (1999)
1. Foul Body Autopsy
2. To Breathe in a Casket
3. Mutilate the Stillborn
4. Intestinal Incubation
5. Culinary Hyperversity
6. Advanced Corpse Tumor
7. Extreme Unction
8. Fermented Offal Discharge
1. Foul Body Autopsy
Snorting - the viley stench of putrescence
Coffin - lies exhumed in front of me
Foul stiff - strewn with papillae and pores
Formenting - stiff corpse putrefies
Slicing, bisecting, incising the stiff
Stomach wall is opening
primitive diagnosis...
remove internal organs
primitive autopsy...
Sawing - the weak head of the corpse I saw
Slicing - celebral bisection
Eviscerate - slushy bowels ripped out at once
Perfecting - foul body autopsy
2. To Breathe in a Casket
Eyes opened up within the moist and dark
trapped inside the measures of a coffin
horrified awakening, blank fears embrace me
Oh... beyond...
...beyond these walls there lies infinity...
Asphyxiation is imminent due to the measures
of this confinement,
Blind hits against the coffin walls,
blank fears control me
To breathe in a casket - six feet below
To breathe in a casket - below
Buried deep beneath the earth
Blank fears embrace me
Buried deep six feet below
Blank fears control me
3. Mutilate the Stillborn
Dismembering - to chop her body I begin
Bastard - bastard inside
Disfiguring - abdominal wall is opening
Offal - come to sight
Malintention, to chop the foetus I intent, hateful am I
vile malodours, rancid odours I percieve
I'm getting high
Hate and repulsion is that
which strenghtens my intent
fetal incising causes premature decease
loathing am I to commit
infanticide in unborn state
to tear out the foetus, my aggressions do increase
Mutilate the stillborn
Dismanteling - excoriate the dead unborn
Vile waste - vile waste inside is
Festering - prenatal fluids I adore
Offal - come to sight
Mutilation, the stillborn body chopped in half
hateful am I
Disemboweling,
the torso drained of tepid bowels
I'm getting high
4. Intestinal Incubation
Worms in microscopic size infest dermatic pores,
they move through blood
parasitic organisms move seeking path
To hepatic tissue they are heading forth,
their larvae to breed
In the precious warmth of the liver they multify...
...Innards consumed from inside...
5. Culinary Hyperversity
Hateful I'm slashing, the head is removed
removing the head of the corpse
the throat down the hard chest the trunk is torn
tearing the trunk of the corpse
Disintegrating the stiff limb bylimb
performing deviant butchery
I chop up the limbs into small handy chunks
in my own way of sick butchery
I rip out the entrails, cut through pulsating flesh
into the torso I grasp - deep - to tear out the rest
I divide into that which I like and which not
nutritious organs stored, the rest left to rot
Wrathful I'm hacking the organs are minched
minching the flesh of the stiff
imagine the bodypared by sick culinary
6. Advanced Corpse Tumor
To see the interior of a dark coffin
What is it like to be inside dead..?
Is there something I might percieve,
or is it just infinity..?
Viley maggots swarm within stale pus,
accellerating rate of putridity...
Thought patterns preserved in energetic form
or is it lost in infinity...? ...Fierce...
Is there something that I might live,
or is it all lost in nothingness..?
Weakened tissue starts rapidly to degrade
under progressive foulness, former vital organs
are replace by a clumb of corpse tumors
Is that what expects us in the deep -
just corpse tumors..?
(Solo: "Hymn for an angel")
7. Extreme Unction
The light is fading without any halt,
Expiration is now imminent, pain...
silent prayers I percieve don't ease my pain,
seconds like infinity, pain...
There is no light, pain...
To the darkside, pain...
...Extreme Unction...
(Solo: Vollmer / Sui�mez / Vollmer / Sui�mez / Vollmer)
8. Fermented Offal Discharge
The casket is exhumed, turfs piled beside the grave
A stagnant mass awaits me, deep in the gloom
The boxes lids I open, distraught desecrating
The fumes are penetrating,I am eructating... I vomit...
I initiate eager exhuming despite bad scents...
I dig up cold earth, exhumed turfs I disperse...
I initiate eager exhuming despite bad scents...
the open casket reveals the rot
Into weak stomach I slide my hands
intensifying fumes I like to snort
colon and small intestine
sliced and ripped out of the foul body
Duodenum I minch - all should be treated equal
rotten stool and urine
spurt out of fermented organs
I discharged and raped - putrified giblets
disembowel
Decrepit spleen and pancreas I've torn and gutted
I eviscerate stomach and cysts
Liver is torn and twisted - turning inside out
A fermented offal discharge - Disembowel...
Evacuated offal hastily wrapped in bags
as basic for my culinary...
putrefied internal fragments
Fermented offal discharge...
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