| Song | Gorenography |
| Artist | Impaled |
| Album | Dead Shall Dead Remain |
| 作曲 : McGraht, Sewage | |
| Latent images in solutions submerged | |
| A gallery of gore for posterity preserved | |
| Your visage shall endure long after you've been laid to rest | |
| Immortalized in celluloid as record of your death | |
| A recremental work of art | |
| Artuated straight from the heart | |
| Your destiny is black and white | |
| A grisly study in still life | |
| A kalopsic collage is your patchwork grave | |
| The cutting room floor is where you spend your last days | |
| Anonymous atrocities, my subjects are the dead | |
| An amateur gorenographer cutting off heads | |
| Glistening gralloch, a zoetrope of rot | |
| Exenterated torsos coacervate and clot | |
| Veristic works of art are developed and displayed | |
| Decomposed and posed as | |
| I prepare another plate | |
| On my nefandous noctuary | |
| I diligently toil | |
| For a carcass exfodiated from hallowed soil | |
| An axunge prepared to grease the gears | |
| Lacking my wit, kin may shed tears | |
| Cohesive structure is what you lack | |
| A poultice of plaster will fill in the cracks | |
| Sculptures in flesh are my medium du jour | |
| Your puniceous effigy | |
| I faithfully restore | |
| Abdomen is spliced and the lighting is set | |
| I'll develop your roll as my ensanguined subject | |
| Holes drilled in your skull form a camera obscura | |
| This document of death will be rather thorough | |
| My scrapbook of horror is your final epitaph | |
| Pictures from the after world, a corpse photographed | |
| Your countenance embossed in silver gelatin | |
| A gruesome reminder of your untimely end | |
| A test sheet is used for the final cut | |
| Through trial and error | |
| I make my decision | |
| The template enlarged to a grainy print | |
| This excoriated exhibit, my final revision [solo: "Welcome to the Bone Room" by L.d. Muerte] [solo: "Matted and Framed for Decay" by S.C. McGrath] | |
| Artistic license | |
| I must take | |
| Depleted bones | |
| I'm apt to break | |
| I strike the set, this shoot is a wrap | |
| Your casket occluded with residual scraps | |
| The harvest | |
| I find in a moldering crate | |
| A cadaverous curio with which | |
| I create |
| zuò qǔ : McGraht, Sewage | |
| Latent images in solutions submerged | |
| A gallery of gore for posterity preserved | |
| Your visage shall endure long after you' ve been laid to rest | |
| Immortalized in celluloid as record of your death | |
| A recremental work of art | |
| Artuated straight from the heart | |
| Your destiny is black and white | |
| A grisly study in still life | |
| A kalopsic collage is your patchwork grave | |
| The cutting room floor is where you spend your last days | |
| Anonymous atrocities, my subjects are the dead | |
| An amateur gorenographer cutting off heads | |
| Glistening gralloch, a zoetrope of rot | |
| Exenterated torsos coacervate and clot | |
| Veristic works of art are developed and displayed | |
| Decomposed and posed as | |
| I prepare another plate | |
| On my nefandous noctuary | |
| I diligently toil | |
| For a carcass exfodiated from hallowed soil | |
| An axunge prepared to grease the gears | |
| Lacking my wit, kin may shed tears | |
| Cohesive structure is what you lack | |
| A poultice of plaster will fill in the cracks | |
| Sculptures in flesh are my medium du jour | |
| Your puniceous effigy | |
| I faithfully restore | |
| Abdomen is spliced and the lighting is set | |
| I' ll develop your roll as my ensanguined subject | |
| Holes drilled in your skull form a camera obscura | |
| This document of death will be rather thorough | |
| My scrapbook of horror is your final epitaph | |
| Pictures from the after world, a corpse photographed | |
| Your countenance embossed in silver gelatin | |
| A gruesome reminder of your untimely end | |
| A test sheet is used for the final cut | |
| Through trial and error | |
| I make my decision | |
| The template enlarged to a grainy print | |
| This excoriated exhibit, my final revision solo: " Welcome to the Bone Room" by L. d. Muerte solo: " Matted and Framed for Decay" by S. C. McGrath | |
| Artistic license | |
| I must take | |
| Depleted bones | |
| I' m apt to break | |
| I strike the set, this shoot is a wrap | |
| Your casket occluded with residual scraps | |
| The harvest | |
| I find in a moldering crate | |
| A cadaverous curio with which | |
| I create |