作曲 : Matt
In grisly detail we play out or own death scenes' coup de grace 
With homicidal zeal we remove the curtain that decorum would draw 
Retrograding your morality in our sick, dead world, it had no place 
Desecrating your sense of dignity, but of course in the end, it's all a matter of (dis)taste... 
Your values mollified - severed by clean, precise cuts, each to the last 
Your senses vilified - taste and tolerance are now taken to task... 
In the name of gore, we'll set right this bloody score 
The grave can't hold us anymore, we'll kick in the mausoleum doors 
Even sicker than before, we enjoy this gruesome chore 
Revealing the ghastly horror, the face of death that you deplore 
Rotting through the core, this slaughterous carnage you abhor 
Is the vocation we adore, as we drain another oozing sore 
Bringing revulsion to the fore, as the vomit stains on the floor 
FOREVERMOR
E - IN THE 
NAME OF GO
RE... Stopping at nothing to indulge an off-color sense of tumor 
We regurgitate force-fed atrocities straight onto a silver platter 
Serving up ghastly repast hard to swallow without black humor 
With tongue in cheek we gorge on the matter of splatter 
Leaving no headstone unturned and no gravesite unmarred 
Our wayward journey six feet straight down we undertake 
Dark horses tread swiftly through this unhallowed danse macabre 
Somnambulating through our own nightmares while fully awake... 
Never letting sleeping cadavers lie, we wring out their sickening stories 
Though lending a near and a voice to the dead would make some wince 
No detail is omitted, no matter how repulsive, vile or gory 
We won't recant our morbid epithets, flesh, not words, is what we mince... [Lead - Matt] 
Decay by any other name would reek and fester just the same 
We delight in beating a dead corpse in its own malignant game 
Slicing off another cutting remark that could shear off protruding bones 
Our barbs are quite malicious and our verbal daggers sharply honed... 
Decay consecrated - wallowing in our own pathological waste 
Reality regurgitated - and smear right back in your fucking face... 
In the name of gore, we'll set right this bloody score 
The grave can't hold us anymore, we'll kick in the mausoleum doors 
Even sicker than before, we enjoy this gruesome chore 
Revealing the ghastly horror, the face of death that you deplore 
Rotting through the core, this slaughterous carnage you abhor 
Is the vocation we adore, as we drain another oozing sore 
Bringing revulsion to the fore, as the vomit stains on the floor 
FOREVERMOR
E - IN THE 
NAME OF GO
RE...