Song | Exhume To Consume |
Artist | Carcass |
Album | Symphonies Of Sickness |
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... |