Song | All That Rots |
Artist | Impaled |
Album | Dead Shall Dead Remain |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : McGrath | |
Wholly rotten, your body decayed | |
Your husk a decomposing organic sewer | |
Ichor boiled, congealed, and reduced | |
Into a fustular mass of fertile manure | |
Liquid waste expelled | |
With a nauseating smell | |
Your innards have started to turn | |
The stink makes my sinuses burn | |
With intestinal fortitude | |
I'm forced to digest | |
This purulent victual with which | |
I'm obsessed | |
Greedily binging on glistening turds | |
As gristle and fat form globular curds | |
Pulsating liver is violently excised | |
Pureed, brewed, and mulled | |
A gustatory treat for the mentally ill | |
With which my senses are dulled | |
Your kidneys are stewed and with offal imbued | |
Infused with simmering gore | |
Of carbonized entrails and all that is rotten | |
I'm quite a connoisseur | |
A foetid tapioca is prepared in your colon | |
Nauseating pudding, thickened with pus | |
A genital soufflé is concocted on the fly | |
Post-mortem nutrimentof decomposing guts | |
Putrescine elixir is quaffed to kill the taste | |
A most refreshing aperitif | |
The noxious beverage is tapped from your skull | |
You're repulsively rotten beyond belief |
zuo qu : McGrath | |
Wholly rotten, your body decayed | |
Your husk a decomposing organic sewer | |
Ichor boiled, congealed, and reduced | |
Into a fustular mass of fertile manure | |
Liquid waste expelled | |
With a nauseating smell | |
Your innards have started to turn | |
The stink makes my sinuses burn | |
With intestinal fortitude | |
I' m forced to digest | |
This purulent victual with which | |
I' m obsessed | |
Greedily binging on glistening turds | |
As gristle and fat form globular curds | |
Pulsating liver is violently excised | |
Pureed, brewed, and mulled | |
A gustatory treat for the mentally ill | |
With which my senses are dulled | |
Your kidneys are stewed and with offal imbued | |
Infused with simmering gore | |
Of carbonized entrails and all that is rotten | |
I' m quite a connoisseur | |
A foetid tapioca is prepared in your colon | |
Nauseating pudding, thickened with pus | |
A genital souffle is concocted on the fly | |
Postmortem nutrimentof decomposing guts | |
Putrescine elixir is quaffed to kill the taste | |
A most refreshing aperitif | |
The noxious beverage is tapped from your skull | |
You' re repulsively rotten beyond belief |
zuò qǔ : McGrath | |
Wholly rotten, your body decayed | |
Your husk a decomposing organic sewer | |
Ichor boiled, congealed, and reduced | |
Into a fustular mass of fertile manure | |
Liquid waste expelled | |
With a nauseating smell | |
Your innards have started to turn | |
The stink makes my sinuses burn | |
With intestinal fortitude | |
I' m forced to digest | |
This purulent victual with which | |
I' m obsessed | |
Greedily binging on glistening turds | |
As gristle and fat form globular curds | |
Pulsating liver is violently excised | |
Pureed, brewed, and mulled | |
A gustatory treat for the mentally ill | |
With which my senses are dulled | |
Your kidneys are stewed and with offal imbued | |
Infused with simmering gore | |
Of carbonized entrails and all that is rotten | |
I' m quite a connoisseur | |
A foetid tapioca is prepared in your colon | |
Nauseating pudding, thickened with pus | |
A genital soufflé is concocted on the fly | |
Postmortem nutrimentof decomposing guts | |
Putrescine elixir is quaffed to kill the taste | |
A most refreshing aperitif | |
The noxious beverage is tapped from your skull | |
You' re repulsively rotten beyond belief |