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WORMEATEN LYRICS
"Tortured Cadaveric Humanity" (2005)
1. Intro
2. Crying Cadaverine
3. Dismembered Victims
4. Brutalized Innocence
5. Ground Human Flesh
6. Rusty Chains And Claustrophobia
7. Intestinal Lacerations
8. Internal Killer
9. Wormeaten
1. Intro
2. Crying Cadaverine
I remember their murder day,I remember them asking for mercyWhile they felt their cold blood AndI haven't been albe to forgetThey were persecuted, cornereds andmurdered next they were quartered,became flseh covered by rats. Theysuffered in their flesh the unloading ofhorror, blood and reality.I am only memories of lived deaths witha mind paralysed by the bloody sunrise,to remember my past is to weep tearsof cadaverine; I will never stop to listento their last screams, because I live intomy memories and the silence becauseI am another victim of this quartererworld. I see the bales, piercing theirflesh, I am only memories, I am only aninternal torture. Happiness doesn't existto me just my desperated shouts exist,fucking world, I can only remember death and horror.
3. Dismembered Victims
Scenes of violence, brutal deaths,blood and sufferingThe bales get in victims' headsdestroy the brains and melt the skinTheir amputated arms with unmercifulrifle gunshotsTheir legs exterminated by the minestheir opened chests, with removedorgansTheir blood-mixed with carrionvisceras are covering the floor.Bloody barrels, goreality;Brutality disfigured menrepugnance and brutality in thechildren's eyesdismemberment in their minds.::DISMEMBERMENT::.They are crying cadaverine, vomitingworms and I have worms on my hands
4. Brutalized Innocence
Children-victims of horror, victims ofpain, hunger and blood.they were born to suffer and die, theysee the corpses of their parentsAnd remember their atrocious deaths.they cry on their parent's grave andremember tortuosly.They were children from yesterday,they are victims todayinnocence yesterday, brutality nowChildhood-covered by bloodtoys covered by corpsesdaylight covered by panic nightslife covered by suffering and rottenfleshArms killed their parents and theirsmile, arms created red tears, graves,screams, pain and coldMotherfuckers slaves of money andpower!!!You are the killers!!!You are responsables of brutalityWe hate you!!!children live among weapons andcorruption,between war and hungerbetween fear and desperation.Their destroyed childhoodtheir brutalized innocence.the victims and my tearstheir corpses and my hatetheir graves and my torturetheir death and my sicknessblood, pain, graves, weaponsBlood, pain,Graves, weapons.::BRUTALIZED INNOCENCE::.
5. Ground Human Flesh
The repugnant smell of the rotten flesh,broken bones, melted skin,blood spilling in the wallsPale and cold faces of painbrutalizeds, grounds without mercyslowly quarteredThe echo of their screamsthe memory of their lives all their horrorand suffering torture me.Ground human fleshI still see the explotion of their blood Istill see them shouting by the pain theyare putrid fleshand the vultures eat their putrefactionAnd worms enter to my mouthGround human flesh
6. Rusty Chains And Claustrophobia
Corpses and moans stuffed in fourasphyxiating wall shouting withoutbeing listened to; pleading for fresh air.The eyes of their freedom only can seerusty chains. In their fleshes there arepus and infections. Locked up and hit-the rats begin to devour their fleshes.Dirtiness begins to dry out theircorpses covering them withrepugnance. Their injuries are fiiled bymud, their minds are flooded withpanic. Light doesn't exist to them, justthe isolation and dirtiness. Asphyxiatedvictims by the claustrophobia, pleadingfor their freedom. Asphyxiated victimsby the claustrophobia. I hate thisfucking reality.I feel devoured by Worms of hateI don't want to see more torture!I don't want more insanity and shouts.My mind will exploit in desperation.Really I hate this bastard worldAsphyxiated victims by theclaustrophobia, pleading for theirfreedom. Intensive pain,claustrophobia, mud, rats and chains.Isolation, shouts, fear, insanity, asphyx.Shouting without being listened to;pleading for fresh air.
7. Intestinal Lacerations
INTESTINAL LACERATIONS. My skinconsumed by putrefaction, My openedinjury. INTESTINAL LACERATIONS. Ifeel a barbed wire torturing mystomach, I have vomit in my face,purulent tears in my eyes and greenblood in my body, this is my slowagony, hunger. Rats are my food,horror is my only memory, suffering wasmy childhood, hunger is my history,death and torture are my destiny, ratsare my food, horror is my only memory,suffering was my childhood. I feel abarbed wire torturing my stomach Ihave vomit in my face and purulenttears in my eyes. My stomach is rancidflesh And I'll die todayI feel a barbed wire torturing mystomach. INTESTINAL LACERATIONS.
8. Internal Killer
Sometimes in my corrupted entrailsI fell something horrible and sickeningeat away me slow and tortuosly,like an hyena eating carrionpulverize my pathetic fellingsand exploit my ill brain sending mywisdom to shit.It's an instinct, an internal killer,calls, scrams, eats away, the skinburns, rotten tumorsbreak out in the body, deep andpainful woundsridding my soul; Please please don'thelp me.aberrations in my brain, murders in myhands,my instinct delights itself while theresigned spiritcrucifies itselfSex and matter in my body, blood andflow in my holy crucifixmy insane soul fights, but the lamentsand blood are my lifestylenever I'm gonna to tire of this sweetagonyuntil your diaphanous
9. Wormeaten
A long time ago, death wishes areborn now it's time to destroy themwishes of death, pleasure of blood,sick mind, total insanityabsense of mercy, rotten fellingsrotten brainsThe voices say now it's easy they willbe yours, rotten fellingsrotten brains; now it's locked yourwormeaten bodywhip your skin, your rotten soul, tiedextremities, your rotten fleshpopped eyes your rotten mind spreadthe venom in their floodthey'll suffer slowly, add letal poisonwait and after enjoy, they are ratsthey will die, bastarrdsthey will die, rubbishdon't think more about it, kill, do itnow; they are rats they will diebastards, they'll rest in peace rubbishdon't think more about itkill, do it now, tied extremities, yourrotten flesh popped eyesyour rotten mind, fucking mother,terror and hatein their faces, in their bodys; fuckingsinnerThief of innocence, without soul beach mother
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