| Song | Fester Forever |
| Artist | Exhumed |
| Album | Slaughtercult |
| 作曲 : Beams, Harvey | |
| You`ll fester forever in this forensic hell | |
| Sempiternal suppuration, throax starts to swell | |
| Purulent perdition, the body`s fluid coagulate | |
| Half dissolved gizzards oozing on my plate | |
| Slathering the chyme and pyathoric grume | |
| Your Last | |
| Supper is meal that turns my table to your tomb | |
| Imbibe the fedit fluids and gorge myself upon the guts | |
| Ravenously | |
| I stuff my face, my gullet starts to glut! | |
| My meal congeals, my nostrils reel, flesh is all | |
| I need Spoon the grume, stole from the tomb, bute the hand that bleeds | |
| Sputter, spatter, supper, splatter, slurp the sicky swill | |
| Chyme after chyme, at feeding time, | |
| I always eat my fill! | |
| Fester Forever | |
| Gored, Devoured and severed | |
| Eat, drink, and be marry | |
| For tomorrow we die | |
| Meat is just flesh, only temporary | |
| On its pulpous provisions we dine | |
| A carnal cornucopia | |
| Of maturating bowels and offal | |
| The bitter rasp of decay`s pungent taste | |
| Permeates every putrid mouthful | |
| My meal congeals, my nostrils reel, flesh is all | |
| I need Spoon the grume, stole from the tomb, bute the hand that bleeds | |
| Sputter, spatter, supper, splatter, slurp the sicky swill | |
| Chyme after chyme, at feeding time, | |
| I always eat my fill! | |
| Fester Forever | |
| Anatomized, gnawed, and dismembered | |
| Ribcage pried apart and sundered open wide | |
| The pulmonary splatter platter is served | |
| Mucu-purulent morsels of viscous heart and lung | |
| A fell feast that is quite ill-deserved | |
| If meat is murder, then cannibalism`s carnage | |
| My seven corpse meals are an excess in death | |
| I rise from my table soaken in the fluids of the deceased | |
| Bile hangs hot on my breath | |
| Fester Forever | |
| Gored, Devoured and severed |
| zuò qǔ : Beams, Harvey | |
| You ll fester forever in this forensic hell | |
| Sempiternal suppuration, throax starts to swell | |
| Purulent perdition, the body s fluid coagulate | |
| Half dissolved gizzards oozing on my plate | |
| Slathering the chyme and pyathoric grume | |
| Your Last | |
| Supper is meal that turns my table to your tomb | |
| Imbibe the fedit fluids and gorge myself upon the guts | |
| Ravenously | |
| I stuff my face, my gullet starts to glut! | |
| My meal congeals, my nostrils reel, flesh is all | |
| I need Spoon the grume, stole from the tomb, bute the hand that bleeds | |
| Sputter, spatter, supper, splatter, slurp the sicky swill | |
| Chyme after chyme, at feeding time, | |
| I always eat my fill! | |
| Fester Forever | |
| Gored, Devoured and severed | |
| Eat, drink, and be marry | |
| For tomorrow we die | |
| Meat is just flesh, only temporary | |
| On its pulpous provisions we dine | |
| A carnal cornucopia | |
| Of maturating bowels and offal | |
| The bitter rasp of decay s pungent taste | |
| Permeates every putrid mouthful | |
| My meal congeals, my nostrils reel, flesh is all | |
| I need Spoon the grume, stole from the tomb, bute the hand that bleeds | |
| Sputter, spatter, supper, splatter, slurp the sicky swill | |
| Chyme after chyme, at feeding time, | |
| I always eat my fill! | |
| Fester Forever | |
| Anatomized, gnawed, and dismembered | |
| Ribcage pried apart and sundered open wide | |
| The pulmonary splatter platter is served | |
| Mucupurulent morsels of viscous heart and lung | |
| A fell feast that is quite illdeserved | |
| If meat is murder, then cannibalism s carnage | |
| My seven corpse meals are an excess in death | |
| I rise from my table soaken in the fluids of the deceased | |
| Bile hangs hot on my breath | |
| Fester Forever | |
| Gored, Devoured and severed |