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STABWOUND LYRICS
"Bloodsoaked Serenades" (2002 EP)
1. Intestinal Impalement
2. Red Worms Erected
3. Bloated Brain Implow
4. Ancient Art of Gutting
5. As I Watch You Bleed Again
1. Intestinal Impalement
Humans put in lines for carnage, to suffer the untold exectutionStaring at the hideous remnants, of once was a human bodyHanged on stakes for what they have doneTheir crimes will show what soon will comeIn front of the crowd they stand...to die...Humans...impaled...Executed...impaled...Bleeding...intestinal impalement...These ways unknown until modern timeHas come and with it new ways to take our livesConsequences that comes with breakingThe laws of nature, it will come back right into your face...Now the day has come to end what onceWas morally right and pureTo take a place among those with thoseWho innocently impaled, placed in fieldsamong those who must pay...Humans...impaled...Executed...impaled...Bleeding...intestinal impalement...
2. Red Worms Erected
Sickness and filth crawled through his penile tract Through his penis and down into his scrotum This plauge has been carried down through generations Unknowing that his crotch will be infected by the worst epidemic ever...thinkable... Eggs started to hatch...within his balls... The warmth gave them life...slowly they start to consume... His suffering comes in signs of...regurgitated blood... His genetalia starts to mutate...the worms feast inside his bowels... Out of his rectum crawls maggots, his bowels slowly starts burst... His erection will stiffen, due to the great amount of worms... Eating through his dick and rectum, RED WORMS ERECTED... Pain so horrendous, never experienced this level of torture... Body now swarming with decay... Patterns of rotten flesh slides off his bones... RED WORMS ERECTED...out of his gaping crotch... RED WORMS ERECTED...out of his ripped anal cavity...
3. Bloated Brain Implow
Cancer abscess, a growing sack filled with mucus and phlegmConnected with the spine and the nerves of the membraneUnknown disease, victim is helpless, searching for the answersEyes roll back in the head, braindead, an helpless drone by coma...Struck by an uncureable...braindamage...But its about to become more than a problem in his life...In about a couple of months, its shall become his cruel demise...His bloated brain grows, almost crack open his cranium...Such a terrible fate, not being able to do anything more than just lay there and awaityour own death...Spinejuices runs out of his ears...His head, doubled the weight...Bloated brain inplow, no escape...Screams of pain, brainsubstans covering the bed sheets...Headless, laying, with remains of his brain, in his arms and knees...Mucus and pus, spine, eyes, teeth, flesh, grotesque way to end a life...
4. Ancient Art of Gutting
Hung inverted...Exhumation of entrails...Unable to resist...As the knife slowly slits...Open the abdomen like the elders taught you...Embrace and feel the warmth of inner organs...Pull them out, decorate the torso of this corpus delicti...Seperation of the head, organs bursts out of the growing cuts...Inside hidden catacombs...blood sprayed on the walls...High up in the ceiling...remnants of torn bodies hang...Gutted corpses piled...to be sacrificed before the icon of blood...Piles set ablaze...charred bones,cinerary,the stench of true art...Ancient art of gutting...
5. As I Watch You Bleed Again
Once again I am here to claimWhats rightfully mineI will slaughter your kindI will make you bleed again...Your suffering will be legendaryIn hell as in heavenEveryone will hear your screamsAs I rip flesh from thePawn of your open handDeath would only be aQuick way to let you escapeMy vengeance will be unleashedDo not fear, it will be...divine..No one can see as you...bleed..Knife, cutting, slicing your torsoCrying, crawling, bleeding until your numbHuge amounts of blood, covering wallsThis time I cant let you live...These wounds are so deepAs I watch you bleed again...Gurgling sounds, autoerotic deedsErection penetrating your sores...The wolf among the sheepsThe slaughter of human scum...Celebrating these bloodsoaked serenadesBy mutilating your ripped and torn corpseErotic urge to smell and feel theWarmth of your blood on my handsKnife, cutting, slicing your torsoCrying, crawling, bleeding until your numbHuge amounts of blood, covering wallsThis time I cant let you live...
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