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Gore Metal - A Necrospective 1998​-​2015

by Exhumed

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Ted Nü-Djent
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Ted Nü-Djent Exhumed'll show you how to grind,motherfucker, you fat fuckin' cow. L'Chaim! Favorite track: Necromaniac.
Awaiting Death
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Awaiting Death Re-recording of one of the finest goregrind album ever released.
Some parts now sounds more audible while still keeping the aggression that made the original so fucking amazing. Favorite track: Limb From Limb.
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S810 I really enjoy this "necrospective" of one of the greatest goregrind albums of all time. You can't argue with the increased sonic fidelity of this recording. It brings new light to something that was muddy and hard to get a good listen in. But it does seem to lose some of its charm; the vocals are easier to understand, which takes away from the overall ferocity of the album. Also, the buzz saw guitars are gone! The best part! But the new art is better and the vinyl looks cool in my collection. Favorite track: Limb From Limb.
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1.
Necromaniac 02:45
Awakened by an unquenchable addiction To walk hand in hand with death Exhumed to transcend the walls of the coffin And search for newly rotted flesh... Casket crushing and dismantling the grave With other fiends in this sadistic enclave On draughts of blood my thirst is slaked Underfoot the mouldy bones break Nocturnal devestation my only aim Dead or living, I seek out and maim Six feet is the depth of my obsession Adding masterpieces to my morbid collection Corpses lay ripped limb from limb in disarray A cadaveric splatter platter carved, hacked and flayed Imbibing blood and alcohol ‘til vomit flows red Then back to the grave for indignities to the dead Necromaniac Necromaniac Necromaniac Necromaniac The naked and the dead gore whore slashed Opened her torso after plundering her gash A bone-fucking, pus-grinding necromaniac, I assault the dead with this fucking gore attack In the name of gore I violate the deceased Rest assured that you will never rest in peace The dust in the mausoleum will never settle From the relentless pounding of gore fucking metal Necromaniac Necromaniac Necromaniac Necromaniac Lead – Matt Lead – Mike Necromaniac Necromaniac Necromaniac Necromaniac Ha, ha, ha, ha!!!
2.
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
3.
Lead fills - Matt In the dissection of flesh and the sawing of bone I've coaxed confessions from the lips of the dead Postmortem scrutiny that has clinically shone The horrifying facts that would have never been said Unbosoming their secrets in the sickening results of their demise Stomaching these wretched human riddles, I carve, hack and slice Illuminating the dusty skeletons that lurk in closets, bones and entrails Enduring the ghastly visage of death in my forensic travails Whether in pieces or completely decomposed, I asses with clinical indifference The remnants of a life which grisly circumstance has brought to this office Ensuring that truth shall endure after the flesh has crumbled and rotted away Elucidating atrocities and carnage, the thankless job I perform day after day Persistent incisions that cut to the quick are my stock in trade To scrutinize what remains of a life, painstaking effort will have to be made At times both evidence and flesh are profoundly encrypted and shred It can be murder to pry answers from the mouths of the dead Lead - Matt A gutted torso can pose a bevy of answerless questions to deliberate Probing with a scalpel, I expose the morbid cavity that I now must eviscerate Unlocking death's mysteries with my forceps, tweezers and saw Wringing revelations from a fibula, fossa or jaw Recording confessions that are uttered without making a sound From informants long dead that I've culled from the ground Beneath the pallid veil of cold flesh or enshrouded in the shredded remains of a face Exhuming the truth is my occupation, no matter how decrepit its resting place Within the bowels of a horribly mutilated corpse or a splattered brain Picking apart flesh and deceit ‘til only the cold facts remain Dead men will tell tales if you know how to listen and learn Even when they've been stabbed, beaten, shot, hacked up and burned This morbid quest for knowledge is not without its rewards Much can be extrapolated from a decrepit infants gourd My bureau's a slab, my text is a corpse, and I've studied with sincere, ardent fervor And found that often man's inhumanity to man is all to well deserved
4.
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
5.
Enucleation 04:15
Fastened down and secured to the operating table With scalpels and cutlery I will work upon your aesthetics A most afflictive process you are made to endure Without the solacing service of a general anasthetic Forcibly penetrating the palpebra, I gouge and cut into the ciliary body Severing the nerve, your eye is knocked from its orbit, as you can plainly see Dissatisfied with your over all being, I formulate a plan of operation A large incision into the abdomen is made, To perform general enucleation I give you an appendectomy Removing organs unnecessary A spare kidney is excised In pain you writhe I slice the renal artery Gastro-intestinal-otomy Digestive tract dislocation Subjected to enucleation With monocular vision you can now regard The constituents of your gut I have displaced Depurating the shell, your thorax beautifully carved Your abdomen now a barren landscape Fracturing the rib cage with a raspatory As your gullet is gorged with sanguineous muco-sputter Not yet complete curtailing your anatomy I delve to the heart of the matter Rhythm lead – Matt Lead – Matt Lead – Mike Lead – Matt Lead – Mike Exhuming your entrails Discarded organs grow stale Severing the ventricle Your heart I cull I slice the renal artery Gastro-intestinal-otomy Digestive tract dislocation Subjected to enucleation
6.
Tombstones trampled in my wake, as I see to a matter quite grave The earth is turned as my claim is staked, besoiling my pickaxe, trowel and stave Caskets pounded and splintered until they bust, flesh, bone and casket give way It smashes to ashes, crushed to dust, Shattering the decrepit grip of decay Decrypt, casket crusher Defile, casket crusher Destroy, casket crusher Decrypt, casket crusher Defile, casket crusher Destroy, casket crusher Crush, fucking casket crusher Disinterred from the soil, To bludgeon, trash and wreck This rotted mortal coil, Wrapped tight around your neck The seal is shattered in one fell blow, The splintering wood crumbling in shards Driven into the stiff decaying below, The rigors of death can be hard Decrypt, casket crusher Defile, casket crusher Destroy, casket crusher Decrypt, casket crusher Defile, casket crusher Destroy, casket crusher Crush, fucking casket crusher Lead - Mike Lead - Matt When falls the hammer into the grave, So to will the thorax collapse Inward the ribcage and sternum doth cave, Heart, lungs and aorta prolapse Shattered sarcophagus driven through your groin, Skewered anus now in shreds Shards of pine pierce your rotten loins, So utterly fucking dead Decrypt, casket crusher Defile, casket crusher Destroy, casket crusher Decrypt, casket crusher Defile, casket crusher Destroy, casket crusher Crush, fucking casket crusher
7.
Deathmask 02:51
A sombre study in an ashen shade of grey The haunting eyes of the lifeless not yet rotten Embalming fluid stave off incursive decay Chemicals course through passages that life has forgotten Preservatives bubble and fume shades of jaundice and amber Sequestered alone in my embalming chamber Unknowing, unseeing, and laid spread-eagle on the slab A lackluster piece of meat I polish, scrub, and swab Meticulously grooming and brushing, clipping with care Each detail is attended to as I drag a comb through the hair I beautify the blemished face of the deceased In the hopes that the bereaved will be somewhat at peace Somewhat at peace This is my endeavour of dubious merit My morbid application of sleight of hand A charlatan for the mourning and timid A touch up artist for the dead, gone, and bland To sanitize the ghastly countenance of death Whose true rigors are best left unseen Powders, puffs, and chemicals are all that is left A corpse made to strut, prance, and preen Romanticizing rigor mortis, and death be not vain Caked with layers of powder, toner, and deceit I vomit on the floor at the leering, smiling face Leaving the deception not yet fully complete My make-up kit now callously discarded No more use for toners, blushes, and rouge Extracting the tools of dissection Forceps, scalpels, and pins I eagerly peruse A sanguinary frenzy now ensues Carving, rending, and generally making a mess Carbonated embalming fluid foams from vacant eyesockets Splattering and sullying your sunday best Ineptly mangled and randomly remade Taking a stab at plastic surgery on human remains Weaving a wretched, fleshy tapestry of gore A collage of tongue, skin, blood, sinew, and brain Your face stricken with total disfiguration The dignity of death now cruelly erased Somewhat innappropriately dressed for the somber occasion No pretense remains as you're sent off to your wake
8.
By night I return to the storage shed Anxious to catch a glimpse of the dead Nervously, I unbolt the door Making my way into this abatoir Hot air rushes out the aperture A putrid gust of flattus and methane Inhaling the rotting fumes as I choke Hit by a wave of nausea I try to restrain At last I regard the bloated stiffs Terribly dislimbed and deceased My plumpened prizes now swollen by putrefaction A makeshift mortuary for the obese Their corpulence exceeded solely By the foulness of their smell Their girth only expanded upon in death The fleshy carcasses bloat and swell Lead - Matt Postmortem hypertrophy plagues the hefty cadavers Their portly bodies now thoroughly dead The incessant buzzing of insects as necrovores slaver Fills the tepid chamber whose walls I've stained red I hacked through their layers of blubbering fat Some were gutted, some punctured, some razed When I finished I found them decidedly flat, If not yet dead, then at least bleeding and dazed In this dingy shack I had left them to rot And then departed the undignified scene The makeshift crypt they inhabit now fetid and hot The curdling innards turned a sickly shade of green
9.
From deep in the vault comes the sound of flesh cleaving Limbs are sawed off as mourners are bereaving Sarcophagi splattered with offal and bile Tripe drips down the walls of this crypt now defiled Sepulchral slaughter Sepulchral Slaughter my meal with sublime expertise A mad butcher quite adept at my trade Organs ground to pulp, to serve, chew and gulp Now on my block your head is laid Slaughtering the deadstock I chop Fromaldehyde oozes on the floor Mangled limbs are hacked ‘til they drop Leaving nothing but pure rotten gore The blade is sawing the flesh that's for gnawing Tender morsels of this human entrée The saw that is slicing my meal so enticing Is a tool that I've used to slay Lead – Matt Sepulchral Slaughter The crumbling casket now conatins Just graven gore and splattered remains Intestines strewn throughout the site A grisly massacre, the last fucking rite Lead – Matt Lead – Mike
10.
Admiring the syphilitic visage, of the pustule ridden genitals that I adore Oozing sebum and pus dribbling on the labia, leaves me panting for more Vaginal excrements fume and funk, the stench of festering menstrual discharge The wafting odor tortues my nasal passage, the glistening cunt wet with blood A crust ridden musty flap of lust suffering, from severe dermatological disorder The sanguined slit lined with papules, And genital warts along its fleshy borders Licking the sickening twat The foul stench of the blistering crotch Drinking the menstruated slop Delight in each pustular drop Passing blood clots Eating crotch rot Septic blood and pus Consume the runny crust Urine flows out of the slit Piss washes over the clit Taste the blood and piss Nothing compares to this My face fully buried within The pubic mound of grime and warts Voraciously lapping up excrements Of every sordid type and nauseating sort The atrocious nauseating odour, proves too strong to resist in the end The nauseating fumes overwhelm me, as I vomit into the moist pungent gash Regurgitate onto the cunt Puke on the gore ridden slut Drunk off the urine flow I bathe in the afterglow
11.
Consumption of flesh as dead tissue is uncreated Rancid smoke effervesces as your torpid corpse is cremated Another inert mutilated mess is sent up in flames An expedient way to obscure the facts, figures and names Flames unmake flesh and bone as all semblance of life is erased Ensuring ashen anonymity for my dusty victims untraced Bellows belch forth the stench of roasted human game As the torso is engulfed in a torrid rush of flame Human kindling to burn And then scrape into urns Burnt to a crisp Another name scratched from my list After fulfillment of the sadistic whims to which I aspire Their existence is expunged in the searing burst of fire As other truncated stiffs await the flames in a torpor My nose is beset with the reek of blazing corpses Rhythm Lead - Harvey Entrails eradicated by the scorching furnace blast The blistering temperature leaves you a thing of the past Sweltering in incandescence as you blister, boil and reek Seething in flames as your complexion turns ashen gray and bleak Beyond recognition your liquefacted body is now molten slag Your charbroiled remans are scraped up in ziploc body bags Nothing to mark your birth, life or death Smelted, scalded and singed until there's none of you left Human broiler pan As flames I fan Cremated husk Return to dust
12.
In the deadest of nights I perform a graveside disservice Disinhuming the remains of those who I deem to deserve this A corpse dead to rights will undergo this rigorous trashing Selecting the tomb of the poor stiff that tonight I will be thrashing Exhumed from the shelter of earth's dusty embrace for a morbid curiosity Then abruptly dismembered without compunction, just pure feriocity Consumed and left to welter In shredded entrails and long dessciated pus Wiping the dirt from my hands As I walk from the grave that I've trampled to dust Caskets uprooted, mausoleums stained red Riding high six feet deep amongst the deadest of the dead A tombstone is the sole mute witness To necro-attrocities as I endeavor to split this Corpse in half, stricken by my wrath - The carcass is maimed Cleft by pick-axe, halved, quartered and smashed - The gravesite's in flames Culled from the reams of obituaries deep in the cemetery - I torment the entombed The dead should be wary of the grudges I carry - Deep into the gloom Riding high six feet under Inhale the stench of my nocturnal plunder I'll never find piece in a cold, hard death bed Until I have found the deadest of the dead Lead - Harvey Your insipid epitaph rots, in the dead-letter file A necrophile's smile beguiles, your remains thus defiled The decrepit laughter echoes, in the now vacant burial plot Decayed, dead and decomposed, but in peace you'll never rot Piss on the unholy grave, torso carved and depraved Now gone the way of all flesh to give me this day my daily death The next to fall prey to my sepulchural slaughter Another dead festering corpse whose demise has at last brought her Under the blade, she's carved up and flayed - Body dismembered No respects paid, I hack up the slayed - Who no one remembers Chainsaw fucked to the hilt, her guts have all spilled - I destroy the interred One foot in the grave, by the casket enslaved - I'm an unholy terror Riding high six feet down Finding my niche in a hole in the ground One step over the dead-line I tread In this graveyard of stiffs I am the deadest of the dead! Lead - Mike

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Originally released in 1998 EXHUMED's now-classic debut full-length 'Gore Metal' was a boundary pushing album of absolutely filthy grinding death-metal. Everything about it was over the top--lightning fast speed, blazing guitars, b-movie slasher-film inspired lyrics, disgusting album artwork, etc etc. This was a record that made Carcass look PG. In otherwords, a true underground classic! Not content to let the album rot away, EXHUMED returned to the studio almost 2 decades later to re-record their landmark debut. The filthy fury of the original version is still there, only tightened up by years of touring and with a greatly improved recording. Presented with completely new art-work that is even more disgusting than the original! Deluxe 2CD set comes packaged with the original version of the album for the price of a single CD. Limited edition LP available!

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released February 10, 2015

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