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Waxwork 04:34
In my waxen world, time stands still Forever frozen like flies trapped in amber One perfect moment preserved, just ere the kill Gruesome atrocities transfixed in horror's chamber Poetry without motion, figures stranded midstream Waxen players in this dark drama of the macabre Mouths agape with terror but breathless to scream No death rattle heard, nor parting sors... I am preserver of life through my morbid art For each mannequin was truly alive from the start So if the eyes seem to follow your gaze as you gawk Know that in the eyes of the dead, in their shadow you walk... Cadavers molded in wax as their lives buried away More preening puppets to perform in the scenes that I play Features cast in the moment of dying preserved How they screamed as they met with their fates well deserved... WAXWORK Recreating the horror of the moment of death My models serve their purpose quite well Embalm their bodies in wax, capture their dying breath Drain the fluids to stave off the smell Like dolls that dance to their own funeral dirge They play out their death scenes interminably As prized their exhibits in my dark reserve They unfold their secrets only to me Life eternal in wax was their death's decree Suffering for my art, they surrendered to me So when their eyes lock with your gaze Look unflinchingly at death or turn away fast... Skin blistered and softened as it was coated and sealed away Another preserved puppet to prance on the strings that I play The fear ensnared in their captive countenances I've trapped Mummified and memorialised in wax well-woven and wrapped... WAXWORK [Lead - Matt] So sit still in your place at the end of the blade By my design, death's hand find you just out of reach Another player in this deathly silent world that I have made Devoid of sound, fury or motion, sense, movement or speech Awaiting a terminus that never will come You're a marionette bound by my strings Trussed in this tomb of wax, your time here is not done For time does not quite end all things... This is my life's work, this still, silent place A monument to the fear frozen in a cold, waxen face Take care not to stare into their eyes, whatever you do When you look deep into death, it sees back into you too... Flesh bubbled and scalded, as this molten bath washed life away Wax covered my still-screaming prey Another piece for my prizing, recast in my mold Features harden and set as the wax grows stiff and cold... WAXWORK
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Pernicious - A ghastly Gordian quandary to elucidate Pestiferous - A nebulous necrotic novelty to navigate Labyrinthine - A contumely carnal conundrum to cogitate Serpentine - An exulcerated entanglement to execrate... Hands stained and filthy from digging deep for the answer That lies at the heart of the matter of splatter... Eschatological - The grave matters with which we struggle Pathological - The perverse perpetuation of this purulent puzzle Repugnant - The wretched riddle unravels in a reeking revelation Repulsive - The final fetid farce yields such a rancid realization Now your morbid curiosity may finally be answered Deep in the heart of the matter of splatter... A morbid matter on which to meditate or mutilate A deathly detail to deliberate and desiccate A sombre study in which sagacity is tantamount to insanity An insalubrious interest in the inhumed and the unsanitary... An unhealthy pursuit of the purulent and parturient A feculent fixation upon the fetid filth and excrement An exhaustive examination of the excreted and the exhumed A tireless appetite to hill the silt atop the tomb... [Lead - Mike] Nebulous - The sanguineous solution is seldom seen before the last Amorphous - Seemingly always six deep feet beyond your grasp Funereal - Carnal cartography to chart the course of life's denouement Corporeal - The wretched revelation that you sought proves harder to swallow than you'd thought... That anatomy is destiny is the unforgiving answer Culled from the heart of the matter of splatter...
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Scalpels cleave and reave though crimson rivulets Weaving their cold and malignant minuets Carving out funereal figures in arcane alphabets Scars that will never heal or forget... Like puzzle pieces, set askew, you've come undone The bleeding is ceaseless, you're turning blue, the end had begun Set down in writing, flesh, blood and bone, let death be done The pen is as mighty as the sword, sticks or stones, your end would be cast in stone, by either one... [Lead - Mike] Tenderly thanatographical threads are tread and traced Boiling blood will serve to warm this cold clinical embrace A clean precise cut to mark this morbid meeting place This knife - point where you and death came face to face... The slab starts to spin around and around, as I take your hand in mine We move step by step within, without so much as a sound, death's dark design in time A slice to the left, then cut back to the right, movements scripted in this dance of the dead Motions so deft, recalled by touch not by sight, footprints encrypted by blood running red... A pirouette on razor's edge leaves you breathless The slab plays host to an incisive macabre ballet A savage, slicing slaughter of the senses Now splayed... UNDER THE KNIFE - your death hangs in the balance, on the edge of the blade REMEMBER EVERY SLICE - of this jigsawed demise, and every part that I payed COLD STEEL BURNS LIKE ICE - leaves you dancing on nothing, loosed by unsteady hands UNDER THE KNIFE - The caress of steel, just before the end... Just before the end... [Lead - Matt] A bleeding patchwork design, in running scarlet writ Connected wounds intersecting from slit to bloody slit Such a tangled web of shreds and scars I've knit The liquid of life, leaks out through the red at your wrists... May I have this last dance? As I take your last breath With a final flick of my wrist... UNDER THE KNIFE - your death hangs in the balance, on the edge of the blade REMEMBER EVERY SLICE - of this jigsawed demise, and every part that I payed COLD STEEL BURNS LIKE ICE - leaves you dancing on nothing, loosed by unsteady hands UNDER THE KNIFE - The caress of steel, just before the end...
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Your dry throat creaks without a saliva to sputter As your pulpy dehydrated tongue soundlessly threshes Days without sustenance spent shackled and fettered Emaciated torso aches for the warm taste of flesh... I will make a meal of you, your hunger I'll sate Saw off your leg at the knee to put on your dinner plate Try not to wince at the pain that you feel As I mince up your calf to prepare your next meal... Cauterise the gargled wound to stave off the haemorrhage You should savor the thought of your repast Choke down this bitter meal in spite of your revulsion Though how long can your source of food last? Keeping yourself alive as you're force-fed your own flesh If you don't eat up, you're truly dead meat Legs turned to stumps, bloody drinks gargled in clumps In this case you really are what you eat... AUTOPHAGOUS GLUTTONY CULINARY PATHOLOGY DIETARY BUTCHERY CONSUMING IMPULSE Ingest your corpse to be... Quadriplegic you feed as your dinner is served Waste not ; want not, though there's not much to conserve Severed and severely served upon a platter of splatter After a while the source of the sustenance barely even matters... Now a half-eaten torso gorged to the glut Piece by piece you are fed the chicest cuts As the dinner-bell rings your bloody chops are feverishly licked At the sight of your own roasted fat turned and browned on a spit... Your own meat in your mouth tastes bitter and internecine Noxious and moist, you get a taste of your own medicine Gnashing, pieces of your limbs with delight Digesting your death with each grotesque bloody bite What's eating you? The question seems to moot Scraping chunks of your feet out of your blood-soaked sopping boot Bash open bones picked clean to suckle at the marrow As your culinary milieu of options inexorably narrows... AUTOPHAGOUS GLUTTONY CULINARY PATHOLOGY DIETARY BUTCHERY CONSUMING IMPULSE Ingest your corpse to be... Feeding time comes again, the thorax falls victim to this slaughter Blood, pus and sebum replace wine, whiskey and water Sometimes survival will cost you an arm and a leg Your spittle running, red with bits of reeking bloody dregs... [Lead - Mike] Masticate your own genitals, choke on your bludgeoned testicles With a hunger that will not be denied The sweetest of meats is your soft, fatty teats That I'll be stuffing your face with tonight Puking up your own skin, just to devour it again Is a treat you'll save for dessert Fresh meat for your lunch, fibula cracked, drained and crunched As your overstuffed gullet gasps and blurts... Your crudely resected anatomy is a wretched grisly sight But your stumps once arms just whet your appetite Nibbling at the sinews of your bloody forearms and wrists Ravenously devouring your shredded survival in fleshly chunks and meaty bits... Eviscerate yourself to gnaw at your own intestines Bones from severed fingers facilitate this haphazard self-dissection Clutch at grume inside your bowels with half-eaten grubby stumps Pulling out the repugnant meal in grotesque tumescent clumps... Remaining fingers prying off your succulent gouged out gums Gnaw at your stringy cheek lining and masticate your insatiable tongue But the pieces you ingest in carnivorous abandon Fall out of the gaping that you have torn in your intestines Gnash the meat from your avulsed face in a frenzied rush No genitals, no feet, no legs, no appendage left uncrushed Half-eaten tongue oozes spittle down your face - your hunger undiminished Only when your partially devoured innards prolapse will this meal at last be finished AUTOPHAGOUS GLUTTONY CULINARY PATHOLOGY DIETARY BUTCHERY CONSUMING IMPULSE Excrete your corpse to be...
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All the world's indeed a corpse, and we are merely maggots Dead on arrival is our only course, and if the toe fits, tag it Sycophants, we're writhing blind, feeding off each others' regurgitation Disgorging whatever waste we find, breeding our degradation with each exhalation... Lambs to the slaughter Feast of fools upon the fodder No trompe l'oreil to behold Just a wretched drama to unfold... Gnarled within this mortal coil Within which the voracious feebly toil Enamored of our own disease We revel in our own grotesqueries... Dissecting ourselves to find nothing alive Just a mass of perversely animated pieces Nothing within worthwhile to revive We're mired knee-deep in our own fetid feces Gorging our gnawing jaws with our own pathological waste Like grubs wriggling in the rank feast of decay We grind our own bones into dust each futile step we take As we inch unseeing through day after day... Consumer or consumed We all end up as chyme and grume Upon the fetid mass we choke Leaving us in no position to appreciate the sick joke... Twisted through this mortal coil Now our unctuous desserts are brought to a boil Somewhere between the living and the deceased We gag on the feast of our grotesqueries... [Lead - Mike] Too consumed by consumption to see our own ends We're all dead and only getting deader Digging our own graves into which we gladly descend In this cold coil we're shackled and fettered As we ingest each others' waste, in a frenzied feeding rush Leaving everything sick and dead in our wake Devouring each other in ravening, unheeding crush As we gorge ourselves on all the tripe and offal we can intake... Crass menagerie Eschatological estuary We create each others' atrocities In this grotesquery Asphyxiated by this mortal coil Reaping rancid fruits long since despoiled Until our depraved lives at last surcease We'll hunger for more grotesqueries...
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Extrapolating from the abhorrent, we disinter a sordid truth Heinously plundering death's depths like a bumbling violent sleuth Tearing through the layers of decay with vicious rancor and bitter scorn To get at the cold, dead heart of the matter which we bring forth to mourn... Carnage canonized - We let death reign unfettered Derangement eulogized - To the last bloody letter No one can do it better... [Lead - Mike] In grisly detail we play out or own death scenes' coup de grace With homicidal zeal we remove the curtain that decorum would draw Retrograding your morality in our sick, dead world, it had no place Desecrating your sense of dignity, but of course in the end, it's all a matter of (dis)taste... Your values mollified - severed by clean, precise cuts, each to the last Your senses vilified - taste and tolerance are now taken to task... In the name of gore, we'll set right this bloody score The grave can't hold us anymore, we'll kick in the mausoleum doors Even sicker than before, we enjoy this gruesome chore Revealing the ghastly horror, the face of death that you deplore Rotting through the core, this slaughterous carnage you abhor Is the vocation we adore, as we drain another oozing sore Bringing revulsion to the fore, as the vomit stains on the floor FOREVERMORE - IN THE NAME OF GORE... Stopping at nothing to indulge an off-color sense of tumor We regurgitate force-fed atrocities straight onto a silver platter Serving up ghastly repast hard to swallow without black humor With tongue in cheek we gorge on the matter of splatter Leaving no headstone unturned and no gravesite unmarred Our wayward journey six feet straight down we undertake Dark horses tread swiftly through this unhallowed danse macabre Somnambulating through our own nightmares while fully awake... Never letting sleeping cadavers lie, we wring out their sickening stories Though lending a near and a voice to the dead would make some wince No detail is omitted, no matter how repulsive, vile or gory We won't recant our morbid epithets, flesh, not words, is what we mince... [Lead - Matt] Decay by any other name would reek and fester just the same We delight in beating a dead corpse in its own malignant game Slicing off another cutting remark that could shear off protruding bones Our barbs are quite malicious and our verbal daggers sharply honed... Decay consecrated - wallowing in our own pathological waste Reality regurgitated - and smear right back in your fucking face... In the name of gore, we'll set right this bloody score The grave can't hold us anymore, we'll kick in the mausoleum doors Even sicker than before, we enjoy this gruesome chore Revealing the ghastly horror, the face of death that you deplore Rotting through the core, this slaughterous carnage you abhor Is the vocation we adore, as we drain another oozing sore Bringing revulsion to the fore, as the vomit stains on the floor FOREVERMORE - IN THE NAME OF GORE...
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Arclight 03:18
Upon a knife's edge, your sanity stretched Nerves wrenched on the rack A step beyond the ledge, sends you headlong into madness With no turning back... Arcs of light to penetrate you - stabbing picqueristic feints Gleaming blight to perforate you - throbbing voyeuristic taints... Each atrocity exacerbating, upon a carnal continuum They careen unhindered Each animosity accelerating, as any shred of sanity Is systematically splintered... Gouging slashes to perforate you - in a bind you're peeled and silvered Maiming gashes to truncate you - you're signed sealed and delivered... Arcing violence apexes with deadly consequences Trapped in its blind blight, your death revealed in the arclight... Dehumanized, objectified, unsanctified, anatomized... Uncreating, unabating, underhanded, undertaking... [Lead - Mike] Underhanded, undertaking... [Lead - Mike] Insensate, inanimate, I mutilate, 'til I ejaculate Unforgiving, unfeeling, unveiling your undoing It was your destiny to die for me, your anatomy, will fuel my fantasies Reliving, revealing, reviling, your dying... your dying... Your final moments spent in fetters And after death you'll be dismembered Body parts to torment, to incite me to remember These bloodstained memories crystallized forever... Irons and chains to degrade you - as each instant grows inexorably worse Knifepoints and members to invade you - stinging wounds brand my name on your corpse... Tearing at chunks postmortem Your breasts fall prey, to mandibular avulsion Feeling a swelling at the base of my scrotum There is only arousal, where there should be revulsion... Heavy manacles to immobilize you - the better to act out my whims unabated As a cannibal I'll immortalize you - until my appetites next needs to be sated... Eternally apexing arc of violence, brings a bevy of consequences At the continuum's end with no end in sight, seeing only death in the arclight...
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Calcified infant is a breach birth debacle Natal necrolysis, destined for a formaldehyde-filled bottle Caesarean section reveals the ghastly tot An ossified infant, in its womb borne to rot Livid and stiff ere its first breath is claimed The rigid bundle of joy, catatonically maimed Cold, dead and hard as it's exhumed from the womb The uterus its cradle, and its moist fetid tomb... Only scalpels left for playthings Swaddling clothes bloody but not from chafing Baptism by embalming solution As the trocar facilities the cold blood's dilution... Festered fetus drawn from the cavity in which it was conceived Birth and death now unified, as the grotesque infant is retrieved Livid osteopedion, breathless lungs still, cold and dry Birth is just a forensic folly when in being born one dies Birth and death in one fell breath, extract the corpse from her guts The morbid birthing cavity is lavaged, torn and cut Another tiny life that ended before it could begin Another piece of human offal, to end up in the rubbish bin... Neither gurgles nor cries escape its lifeless blue lips Placenta disgorges amniotic fluid as the umbilical cord rips Morbid nursery chymes fall on deaf little ears As the dry-eyed infant incites parents to bitter tears... Obstetric atrocity With a casket for a crib Nursery for an autopsy Body bag for a bib... Hush little baby, don't say a word Mama's going to have to get a casket reserved But if your body is too decomposed The coffin door will have to stay closed A babe in her arms Not safe from harm When the water breaks, the cradle will rot A nursery chyme with no happy ending, left in the wastebasket, dead and forgot... [Lead - Matt] Another corpse to carve for pathologists and their ilk Nursed on embalming fluid, no use crying over silt mother's milk Silent baby rattles stilled The doctor's gloved hands deliver the babe into a grave that now is filled Morbid anatomy technicians are the child's only playmates Callously dissecting, the infantile inanimate A bloodied dissecting table serves as the young one's tomb and trundle As inquisitive butchery, splays this joyless rotten bundle... Dead before ever being alive to die Eyes closed forever ere the first tear could dry Mouth sealed by rigor mortis before the first newborn cry Dissected infant on the table, dead-cut and dry... Newborn fatality Whose playpen is a slab Lifeless nativity Diminutive toes to be tagged... Now I lay you down to sleep Your putrid flesh not long to keep If you should rot before you wake Then leave your corpse for the worms to take In the cold corridors in the sterile, dead morgue Sobs are heard from the maternity ward But from the mouth of babes, no sound escapes In this nativity obscene behind mortuary drapes...
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Strike my name from the book of life Inscribed forever in the book of death Destroyer, life-taker, the end and the omega Death walks behind you, waiting to find you to dismember... The bloody work of death is not too great a task All this and more, I now hold in my grasp Like the fear that holds you fast, like the last breath you cannot gasp Your end comes slashing down, your death revealed at last... Ends such as yours are the trade that I ply Stricken by death as your life flashes by From an autopsy, to a cemetery, then to the grave, your final destiny Carnage and sin are my blood, kith and kin, and to your end, they will be... As all begins, so all must end, now your end I shall begin From dust to dust, return again, life ends in sin The circle turns back on itself, life ends in death and pain and hell And dead men have no tales to tell, nor souls to sell... [Lead - Matt] Death walks at my right hand, and there's a knife-blade in my left Turning living into dying, soon to be friends and mourners crying Dispossessing the flesh, leaving death But no clues for the finding... The bloody work of death is not too great a task All this and more, I now hold in my grasp Like the fear that holds you fast, like the last breath you cannot gasp Your end comes slashing down, your death revealed at last...
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The ashen grey muse commissions a new verse A song to while away the long sojourn in the hearse Yet all of us who danse macabre to these dour, dismal tunes Become cold, grim and hard as the dirt upon the tomb... In darkened dirges death's knell peals out it's toll As another cadaver is consigned six feet down to its hole But ere the last shovel of dirt falls on the wall of the box We gravely offer a salute to those about to rot... So lift up your severed heads, in a song for the dead Life's course ever runs red, so let no lyric remain unsaid As from our mouths the melody is bled, in a symphony scripted in red Like rats by the piper we're led, to join in this song for the dead... [Lead - Mike] The humor of the gallons never fails to ring true In this dead, bleak, sick world that we're hung, drawn and quartered though As each internecine instrument plays its own bloody part The hammering of coffin nails outpaces the beating of our hearts... Symphonic surgery orchestrated, a cleaver conducts The execrable epiphany comes too late, just to reduce us to chunks Rising up from the sod heaves a gross, putrid breath As the chorus is joined in this song for the dead... So lift up your severed heads, in a song for the dead Life's course ever runs red, so let no lyric remain unsaid As from our mouths the melody is bled, in a symphony scripted in red Like rats by the piper we're led, to join in this song for the dead... [Lead - Matt] Truncated toccatas deranged - raked across barbed strings and hacked Eviscerated etudes for the de-brained - plucked upon heartstring stretched on the rack Medicinal movements decomposed - Regurgitating oratorios obscene Forensic fugues and de-boned - Mutilating the melody's method and means... The crepitated coda dies in mid-refrain As the sheet-music is obscured by a sanguine scarlet stain Shattered stave lodged in your split-open splattered brain The ruptured meter falters as the bow is fretted once again... Acrid arias are screeched The bloated thorax is breached Abrading viscera with bleach Grotesquely gavage the deceased... [Lead - Matt] Cleaving the clef Broken notes bleed into a mess Falling on ears so deaf So it ever is in death... Carbonized cantatas corrupt - ringing out, sewing seeds of dischord and dismay Suppurated sonatas erupt - Purulent pizzicatos slicing every which way The truncated cadence is sundered - Bloody scraps of sheet music unintellibly scrawled Threnodies resonate six feet under - To where all life's fractured melodies will finally resolve... The symphonic slaughter's swells without restraint As the cacophonous cadenza splits your eardrums clean in twain The repugnant orchestra pit an abattoir of death and pain The hatchet falls in sharp staccato until everyone is slain...
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Headstones overturned and smashed Your fucking corpse I want to thrash The cold, hard ground I hack and slash Coffins torns apart like trash Six feet closer to your doom From this grave I will exhume Horrid flesh my blade consumes As I destroy your earthen tomb! Vacant Grave To remove my rotting prize From the soil the box will rise Disembalm the cadaverized Defile the dead I so despise The pick-axe now unburied Slaughter in the cemetery From the site the corpse is carried The ink still wet on the obituary Vacant Grave Your hands and feet I masticate The body I incinerate A shovel used to decapitate The corpse`s head I obliterate Only pieces they will find Of the carnage so unkind Twisted fragments of your spine At the hole I left behind! Vacant Grave!
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Cleaving away at any extremity, from his torso his appendages are ripped Another pass of my chainsaw, and his leg is disjoined at the hip Cutting with my shoulder blade, his forearm I lustily seize Bit by bit deconstructing his demise, allowing my victim no piece Limb from limb From limb From limb From limb From limb From limb Dislimbing my victims for my collection of severed and rotting keepsakes Trophies for my room displayed in mylar on decorative platters and stakes Once in possession of the fleshy sinewy gew gaws that I demand Only these quadrapalegic cadavers are left to give me a hand Limb from limb From limb From limb From limb From limb From limb Taking her hand and arms and legs, she is left looking quite stumped, Collecting the body parts that I greedily hoarde, the torso is callously dumped Her grevious wounds spill precious ichor, upon the makeshift abatoir's floor But the sacrifice is not made in vein, donating her arms to the poor Limb from limb - Mercilessly taking people for an arm and a leg Limb from limb - An unscrupulous bargain upon which you cannot reneg Limb from limb - I have so many, but I always hanker for more Limb from limb - At times it's impossible to get a foot in the door Limb from limb From limb From limb From limb from fucking limb From limb From limb You must hand it to me as I split you at the seams I always get a leg up on my victims, your ensanguined projections I glean Jigsawed without hope of reassembly, I take what's yours as mine You watch as your existence slips away, your losing it one piece at a time
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I scrawled an ode to this mortal coil In scarlet upon your back I gnarled in code with dreadful toil A parting verse so black... Ivory skin streched out before me In frozen fields of pallid grace Livid eyes rolled back and silently implored me From out of your jaundiced face Carving in crimson with scalpel and rasp Sculpturing your flesh into your epitaph Your corpse tells its tale in blood, pus and grume Spilling out secrets you should take to your tomb A carnal epitaph perhaps best left unheard The time has come to mince more than words Parting words don`t often cut this deep Engraved on your back, the secrets we`ll keep Though you`ll never read these empty words Upon the slab you lie so still They don`t cut as deep as you deserve Poetic licence to hack, maim, and kill... The porcelain flesh that enshrouds you remains Were both my parchment and my muse Now incarnadined hand I penned these lines As best I could well manage I cruelly carved out these designs What words are worth in tissue damage... Carving in crimson with scalpel and rasp Sculpturing your flesh into your epitaph Your corpse tells its tale in blood, pus and grume Spilling out secrets you should take to your tomb A carnal epitaph perhaps best left unheard The time has come to mince more than words Parting words don`t often cut this deep Engraved on your back, the secrets we`ll keep...
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Fahrenheit facilities my endeavour To seal the abhorrent aperture forever... Chastity assured, regardless of desire Misshapen fidelity, forged in fire... Melt and weld...Raze and smelt Blistering crotch...Searing hot... Forged in fire - Formed in flame Sex will never be the same Forged in fire - Formed in flame You will never fuck again Blistering and boiling vaginal skin Eternally sealing this gateway of sin... Scalding and melding her minge Smell the acid reek of pubic hair singed... Melt and weld...Raze and smelt Blistering crotch...Searing hot... Forged in fire - Formed in flame Sex will never be the same Forged in fire - Formed in flame You will never fuck again Crumbling crooze...Crack and ooze Black as tar...Forever scarred Smoking groin...Splattered loin Molten orifice...Now I seal your lips...Forever... Fluxing flesh collapses under its own weight The molten labia majora with my blowtorch I liquidate The vagina rendered impenetrable The blackened clitoris is unmendable Waxen labia now gelatinous and congealed The faithless breach at last is sealed Forge the seal...the flesh now peeled Bubbling flesh starts to glut...Castrated vagina now shut... Forged in fire - Formed in flame Sex will never be the same Forged in fire - Formed in flame You will never fuck again
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[Lyrics originally written by Carcass] Grimly I dig up the turfs To remove the corrupted stiffs Trying to contain my excitement As I desecrate graveolent crypts... Fingers claw at coffin lids Eager festal exhumation Hugging your wry, festered remains With post-humous joy and elation... Body snatched, freshly interred Whatever takes my fancy To satisfy my gratuitous pica My culinary necromancy... Scrutinised then brutalised My forensic inquisition is fulfiled My recipe is now your epitaph Be it fried, boiled or grilled... I devour the pediculous corpse Whetting my palate as I exhume The festering stench of rotting flesh Makes me drool as I consume... Caskets I grate My larder's a grave I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed) Rotten remains I eat Purulent meat What a funeral feast (putrid reek) Weeping tissue is stripped Pus dribbles from my lips Pulverising this pustular chaff Butchering up morgue's makes me laugh... Ulcerated flesh I munch Rotting corpses are my lunch On bones I love to crunch (on the badly decomposed) Shrivelled innards I lick The corpse's head I kick Crumbling shreds I pick (eat the stiffs) [Solo: morbid melody for the deceased with salt to taste] Rancid flesh, slaughter the dead - Caskets exhumed... Corpses disinterred, graves disturbed - To consume... Bereaved relatives are not amused As on their dear departed I feverishly consume... Slavering worms, decomposure burns Corrosion born, as bacteria gnaw Desecrate... Precipitate....(from the muddy grave) Macerate... Eviscerate... Caskets I grate My larder's a grave I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed) Rotten remains I eat Purulent meat What a funeral feast (putrid reek) Saponified fats, nibbled by rats - freshly exhumed... Deep down six feet is where I like to eat - Human flesh to consume...
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Your abdomen punctured just beneath the chest To access the gizzards he soon will infest This gurgling oblique aponeurosis is split By an influx of patogens through the hypogastric slit... Infester Your entrails reviled as they`re plagued and infected By diseased bacteria he has injected Forced to play host to neurotropic grime Your innards now plagued with pathogenic slime... Infester Organs sputter and spasm drowned in the cess Sphinctral vlaves clogged by this viral excess Your abdomen bloats with virulent eruption Discontented intestines crepitating in corruption Eaten from the inside out your life`s being consumed Festered rot in your guts turns your body to your tomb... His handiwork your funeral, he watches with a laugh Sardonic smile across his face as you wretch your epitaph... Within yourchruning belly necrosis necrosis spreads and thrives An excruciating way to die: Infested alive!!! Infester
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A crush course through your cranium Trial and error, wear and tear, through your cerebellum Hacking - slashing Saw through bone, tear through gristle Carve my way through muscle tissue Cleaving - gouging A lesson in pathology I deconstruct your anatomy For you - a premature autopsy For me - a lesson in pathology Postmortem performed haphazardly Draining ichor sprays erratically Forensick medicine is lost on me I need a lesson in pathology Though this carnal curriculum I pass Suppurated blood congeals in a moist, fetid mass... Gagging - choking A lesson in pathology Embalming fluid sprays all over me Making a mess of your necropsy Just another lesson in pathology This is a medical atrocity Screams echo in mortuary Extracurricural necro-sodomy A painful lesson in pathology This will be your truly final exam Butchered by numbers, carved up by hand Dismemberment is par for this course of instruction Chopped, minced and ground beyond hope of reconstruction Scored, scoured and scarred with high marks Along the lenght of unrecognizable body parts... Gutted, butchered... Your remains have failed me - there is nothing left to maim I`ve learned nothing from this lesson, and I`ve only the dead to blame Your chapter closed, it`s time to decompose A lesson in pathology I deconstruct your anatomy For you - a premature autopsy For me - a lesson in pathology Postmortem performed haphazardly Draining ichor sprays erratically Forensick medicine is lost on me I need a lesson in pathology!
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Intracranial inflammation tormenting my addled gray matter Brings the pressure that builds ‘til my skulls set to shatter The vexating, purulent ulcer that plagues the seat of my reason Pyosisifying my seething brain while the pain keeps increasing Unaffected by chemotherapy, the infection accelerates Vomiting, vertigo, assailing me, as my condition deteriorates Suppurating my sanity, as the pus and my cerebrum coalesce We must endeavor surgery for pyo-egress...open the abscess! Fermenting my faculties into a yellowish mass of necrosis Liquefying my lobes give way to acute cerebro-thrombosis This consuming malady I lament with a gangrenous consciousness cursed Pyomorphic longitudinal fissure swells to the brim of a skull fit to burst Purulent precentral gyrus, consumed by this affliction Swelling, seething, distended virus, incurable by prescription Dissect my festered intellect, operate to end my distress A condition impossible to correct, unless... Lead – Matt Lead – Mike Lead – Matt Lead – Mike Open the abscess!!! This blistered, bulbous inflammation, a blight upon my brain My mind made up of suppuration, to end this throbbing pain Crack the cranium, lance the boil, aspirate the pus Or let me leave this mortal coil in which I am trussed

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Incorporating metal's classic elements with the paramount components of modern extreme death metal, Exhumed has delivered the ultimate death sentence with Anatomy Is Destiny. More involved and intricate than past efforts - with slower and heavier sections blended into the band's patented gore metal - Exhumed proves to be the masters of their trade. Death-defying production by Neil Kernon (Judas Priest, Cannibal Corpse, Nevermore).

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released August 29, 2003

Relapse Records
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Exhumed San Jose, California

Gore Fucking Metal

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