Exhume To Consume Lyrics
| Song | Exhume To Consume |
| Artist | Carcass |
| Album | Gods Of Grind On Tour |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : 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 posthumous joy and elation... | |
| Body snatched, freshly interred | |
| Whatever takes my fancy | |
| To satisfy my gratuitous pica | |
| My culinary necromancy... | |
| Scrutinised then brutalized | |
| My forensic inquisition is fulfilled | |
| 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 morgues 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 disenterred, 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... | |
| Precipiate...(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... |
| zuo ci : 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 posthumous joy and elation... | |
| Body snatched, freshly interred | |
| Whatever takes my fancy | |
| To satisfy my gratuitous pica | |
| My culinary necromancy... | |
| Scrutinised then brutalized | |
| My forensic inquisition is fulfilled | |
| 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 morgues 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 disenterred, 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... | |
| Precipiate... 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... |
| zuò cí : 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 posthumous joy and elation... | |
| Body snatched, freshly interred | |
| Whatever takes my fancy | |
| To satisfy my gratuitous pica | |
| My culinary necromancy... | |
| Scrutinised then brutalized | |
| My forensic inquisition is fulfilled | |
| 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 morgues 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 disenterred, 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... | |
| Precipiate... 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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