Carcass Album

[No lyrics]

Coughing up a mixture
Of mucus, phlegm and bile
The sordid sight of burning flesh
...Your stomach is reviled

Spew up your sanguined guts
In your wooden box
Septic vomit of chyme...
...Putrid offal...

Regurgitated giblets
Blocked in your oesophagus
Eaten by the maggots
Trapped in your sarcophagus

Tear out your intestines
Cut your liver into two
Throttle your heart
Till it's swollen and blue

Puncture your flesh
Skewer your eyes
Leave you to fester
Then eat you alive

Limb from limb
Curled glands
Hacked giblets
Stumps for hands

Limb from bloody limb

Ruptured spleen
Rancid loin
Shattered ribs
Splattered groin

Limb from bloody limb

Retching pus
Dissect and slash
Limb from limb
Stenching gash

The lingering scirrhus begins to harden
As the insides fall prey to putrefaction
Rotting tissue turns to mush and pulp
As your mind is torn by encephalitis

Your cavities rot with ulcers
Your infected inflammations torn
Your gizzards eaten by incursive decay
You're infernally rotten to the gore...

Juices digested from each pus-swollen pore
Insatiable hunger as I feast on the gore
Nothing gives me greater pleasure
Than a bowl full of chyme
Maggot infested kidneys
Are what I choose every time

The smell of plaguing infection
Is nauseatingly emetic
Prolonged spumescence of stale pus
Stinks like hot, putrid vomit

Your body is indurate
The insides are black as tar
Your innards gnawed by septic hate
Now a mass of empyaema

Your blood is caked
Dried and inconsistent
Your bloody rotten gore
Is now vitrescent

Eaten alive
Munched into pulp
Premature necropsy
Comes closer with each gulp

Brain not fully dead
Decrepit splattered libs
Mass ensanguined spasms
Excretion now begins...

...Semi-conscious human faeces
...Semi-digested squirming pieces
...Semi-animate in excrement
...Semi-terminal constipation

Dried, rotting, flaking, rancid flesh
Crumbling tissue - nothing left
Cancerous, mouldy, septic infestation
Smouldering decay of defecation

Your bowels now play host to pestilent decay
Waiting dormantly, it knows you're easy prey

See the corpse, smell the rot
Rigor mortis sets in like a frost
Lacerated arteries, entrails in a mess
The dry, stale smell of long rotted flesh

See the corpse, smell the warmth
As its cold, grey insides fester and burn
The guts may melt, but the torso remains
As the jellified innards turn into methane

[Finale:] ultimate excretion of rabid globular neoplasm

Your pulverized torso languishes in its pool of pus
Minced, cancerous viscera - gore seeps from the guts
My fetid fetish is to excavate the moulding rot
I drool my gastric juices as I chomp on you blood-clots

Fermenting innards, bubbling with rot
Alcoholic pus, dissolves the wooden box

I gouge into the chest's cavity to rip out the intestines
Slivering soft entrails to release the foaming secretions
I suck up the concoction and eat the decay
With cankered disgorgement I excrete my gurgling prey

Bile, chyme and blood in the offal effervesce
I eviscerate the bowels and drink the clotted cess

Bodies dismembered, corpses desecrated
Carcasses liquidized and minced with hatred
Brains are splattered, strewn limbs and heads
Blood has been spurted as the arteries were shredded

Eyes have been impaled, flayed skin in strips
Intestines and guts from the body have been ripped
Stench of sweet blood, bones have been crunched
Festering gore is eaten for lunch

Mutilated organs, the meat-cleaver is raised
Falls to mash the head and rip up the face
Throats slit with vengeance, flesh stripped to the bone
Your death is terrible, painful and slow

Effervescing entrails corroding after years
The stench of the canker brings me no tears
Festering tumours of cancerous decay
Gnawed and chewed by maggots with malicious hate

I like to slide my hand inside your stomach
And rip out the putrid remains,
Drink the pus and munch on the internal organs
Until all the casket is drained.
It's fun being a pathologist - slicing up corpses
Especially when they have just been exhumed,
I like doing autopsies on festering carcasses -
I get high sniffing on all the fumes

The sound of rancid juices sloshing around your coffin
The mould and the gore remind me of that you're rotting
Congealed blood clotted around both sets of veins
The beautiful colour of your decomposing brain

Die in pain!

Sanguinary disinterment
Necrobiotic rash
Gnawing, throbbing anguish
The gullet is now mashed
Pungent excruciation
Flesh mummified by lice
Amputated contusion
Help yourself to a slice...

Contamination...
Strangulation...
Mutilation...

Gangrenous abscesses
Paralysis sets in
More carnage and bloodshed
And the reek of molten skin
Frenzied detruncation
Dispeptic, charred and black
Terminal putrescence
Psychotics carve and hack

Osteoporous enzymes release deadly secretions
As the clotted parasites devour the excretion
Emanation, suppuration - blood starts to gush
My nocturnal dysentry is unleashed on this mush

Body on fire, carcass burning hot
Flesh green with cancerous putrid rot
Face shredded, arms and legs grated
Burns your face with evil hatred

Fece metal aaargh

Mutilated organs, roasted on a spit
He laughs as he makes you eat your own shit
Blow-torch sears the skull to melt your boiling brain
He'll rearrange your face structure
So you look like Michael Caine!!

Face melt aaargh!