歌曲 | Blood Bath |
歌手 | Impaled |
专辑 | Dead Shall Dead Remain |
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Necrotic ooze poured from a carafe | |
Acquired for a blood bath | |
In the morgue lies a treasure trove of lividous compounds decaying | |
A trocar suctions out the blood while a sphincter suffers my raking | |
With reams of ichor and surplus of fæces, the dead are so giving | |
A boundless supply of foetid excretions compels me to lavage the stench of the living | |
My skin sullied with the filth of life | |
Vomit of my pores with which | |
I am rife | |
In my crepitated pits bacteria thrive | |
Momentarily subdued by this morbid dive | |
Cadaverous fats boiled into soap for a rotten lather | |
Ensanguine mix of excreta and chyme, the cleanser | |
I have gathered | |
Putrescent spilth and human chum squab over the lip of my tub | |
Soaking in the dead, skeletal remains exfoliate and scrub | |
A cauldron teeming with wasted corse | |
This mortal soiled with pus and remorse | |
Out, out damned spot, caught red-handed, blood stains so hard to clean | |
Arteries pumping crimson kelter, veins to expunge and ream | |
A babe from the womb untimely ripped, bereft of life, it's squeezed and drained | |
Placenta sponging at this corporeal form of which | |
I am ashamed | |
Basted organs | |
Sebacious glands | |
Cooked in a vat | |
For a blood bath | |
Scour away integument to reveal the fleshy tendons that | |
I'll Abrase with cholic acid and with a solvent composed of bile | |
Scrub out my gullet with a pro-septic wash that will | |
Erase this mired being to be drained with the rest of the swill | |
Post-mortem spew and excrement garnish the mort bouillon | |
Meliorated with moldered viscera in my dead body lotion | |
The necro-emetic concoction, effervescing with unctuous suds | |
Desoils me of my besmirched existence, submerged in a basin of blood | |
Blood bath |
Necrotic ooze poured from a carafe | |
Acquired for a blood bath | |
In the morgue lies a treasure trove of lividous compounds decaying | |
A trocar suctions out the blood while a sphincter suffers my raking | |
With reams of ichor and surplus of f ces, the dead are so giving | |
A boundless supply of foetid excretions compels me to lavage the stench of the living | |
My skin sullied with the filth of life | |
Vomit of my pores with which | |
I am rife | |
In my crepitated pits bacteria thrive | |
Momentarily subdued by this morbid dive | |
Cadaverous fats boiled into soap for a rotten lather | |
Ensanguine mix of excreta and chyme, the cleanser | |
I have gathered | |
Putrescent spilth and human chum squab over the lip of my tub | |
Soaking in the dead, skeletal remains exfoliate and scrub | |
A cauldron teeming with wasted corse | |
This mortal soiled with pus and remorse | |
Out, out damned spot, caught redhanded, blood stains so hard to clean | |
Arteries pumping crimson kelter, veins to expunge and ream | |
A babe from the womb untimely ripped, bereft of life, it' s squeezed and drained | |
Placenta sponging at this corporeal form of which | |
I am ashamed | |
Basted organs | |
Sebacious glands | |
Cooked in a vat | |
For a blood bath | |
Scour away integument to reveal the fleshy tendons that | |
I' ll Abrase with cholic acid and with a solvent composed of bile | |
Scrub out my gullet with a proseptic wash that will | |
Erase this mired being to be drained with the rest of the swill | |
Postmortem spew and excrement garnish the mort bouillon | |
Meliorated with moldered viscera in my dead body lotion | |
The necroemetic concoction, effervescing with unctuous suds | |
Desoils me of my besmirched existence, submerged in a basin of blood | |
Blood bath |
Necrotic ooze poured from a carafe | |
Acquired for a blood bath | |
In the morgue lies a treasure trove of lividous compounds decaying | |
A trocar suctions out the blood while a sphincter suffers my raking | |
With reams of ichor and surplus of f ces, the dead are so giving | |
A boundless supply of foetid excretions compels me to lavage the stench of the living | |
My skin sullied with the filth of life | |
Vomit of my pores with which | |
I am rife | |
In my crepitated pits bacteria thrive | |
Momentarily subdued by this morbid dive | |
Cadaverous fats boiled into soap for a rotten lather | |
Ensanguine mix of excreta and chyme, the cleanser | |
I have gathered | |
Putrescent spilth and human chum squab over the lip of my tub | |
Soaking in the dead, skeletal remains exfoliate and scrub | |
A cauldron teeming with wasted corse | |
This mortal soiled with pus and remorse | |
Out, out damned spot, caught redhanded, blood stains so hard to clean | |
Arteries pumping crimson kelter, veins to expunge and ream | |
A babe from the womb untimely ripped, bereft of life, it' s squeezed and drained | |
Placenta sponging at this corporeal form of which | |
I am ashamed | |
Basted organs | |
Sebacious glands | |
Cooked in a vat | |
For a blood bath | |
Scour away integument to reveal the fleshy tendons that | |
I' ll Abrase with cholic acid and with a solvent composed of bile | |
Scrub out my gullet with a proseptic wash that will | |
Erase this mired being to be drained with the rest of the swill | |
Postmortem spew and excrement garnish the mort bouillon | |
Meliorated with moldered viscera in my dead body lotion | |
The necroemetic concoction, effervescing with unctuous suds | |
Desoils me of my besmirched existence, submerged in a basin of blood | |
Blood bath |