Under the Rotted Flesh 歌词
| 歌曲 | Under the Rotted Flesh |
| 歌手 | Cannibal Corpse |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Barnes | |
| Under the flesh, rot my lust for decayed corpses | |
| Dead bodies exhumed, their coldness induces me | |
| Endless defilement reoccurring relapses, perverse with the dead | |
| Soon I will kill for myself | |
| Impending suffering, spasms | |
| Shooting through me nauseation | |
| A cannibalistic necrophile violating the body, putrefied | |
| Mouldering, gorging on the rotted flesh | |
| Cutting off the body's head | |
| Drinking from its severed necks | |
| As I rip the corpse in half | |
| Human shit for nourishment | |
| Coprophagia, consuming feces of the dying | |
| As their bowels let loose defecation flows down | |
| My throat excremental injestment | |
| Reflections of things to come, mirrored in the dead | |
| One's eyes my fantasy of murder | |
| Incarnated open wounds gushing | |
| Blood on skin coagulated tortured of the retched | |
| No one cares of their dead appalling | |
| Odor wreaking, piles of rotted bodies | |
| The bodies prepared for slaughter | |
| Wallowing in your own blood | |
| Grinding of your fingers | |
| And toes feeding on your meat | |
| I immerse my sharpened implement | |
| Into a fresh bleeding gash | |
| Her body used for my sick desires | |
| The blood thirst | |
| I can't control | |
| Many more must suffer disposal of the dead | |
| The corpse chopped to bits licking up the drivel | |
| The gore enrages me all | |
| I kill a new creation | |
| My work of art bodies torn apart, liver quivering at my feet | |
| Eyelids cut off to watch your own dismemberment | |
| Cutting through arteries nerves exposed | |
| Feel the power of pain |
| zuo ci : Barnes | |
| Under the flesh, rot my lust for decayed corpses | |
| Dead bodies exhumed, their coldness induces me | |
| Endless defilement reoccurring relapses, perverse with the dead | |
| Soon I will kill for myself | |
| Impending suffering, spasms | |
| Shooting through me nauseation | |
| A cannibalistic necrophile violating the body, putrefied | |
| Mouldering, gorging on the rotted flesh | |
| Cutting off the body' s head | |
| Drinking from its severed necks | |
| As I rip the corpse in half | |
| Human shit for nourishment | |
| Coprophagia, consuming feces of the dying | |
| As their bowels let loose defecation flows down | |
| My throat excremental injestment | |
| Reflections of things to come, mirrored in the dead | |
| One' s eyes my fantasy of murder | |
| Incarnated open wounds gushing | |
| Blood on skin coagulated tortured of the retched | |
| No one cares of their dead appalling | |
| Odor wreaking, piles of rotted bodies | |
| The bodies prepared for slaughter | |
| Wallowing in your own blood | |
| Grinding of your fingers | |
| And toes feeding on your meat | |
| I immerse my sharpened implement | |
| Into a fresh bleeding gash | |
| Her body used for my sick desires | |
| The blood thirst | |
| I can' t control | |
| Many more must suffer disposal of the dead | |
| The corpse chopped to bits licking up the drivel | |
| The gore enrages me all | |
| I kill a new creation | |
| My work of art bodies torn apart, liver quivering at my feet | |
| Eyelids cut off to watch your own dismemberment | |
| Cutting through arteries nerves exposed | |
| Feel the power of pain |
| zuò cí : Barnes | |
| Under the flesh, rot my lust for decayed corpses | |
| Dead bodies exhumed, their coldness induces me | |
| Endless defilement reoccurring relapses, perverse with the dead | |
| Soon I will kill for myself | |
| Impending suffering, spasms | |
| Shooting through me nauseation | |
| A cannibalistic necrophile violating the body, putrefied | |
| Mouldering, gorging on the rotted flesh | |
| Cutting off the body' s head | |
| Drinking from its severed necks | |
| As I rip the corpse in half | |
| Human shit for nourishment | |
| Coprophagia, consuming feces of the dying | |
| As their bowels let loose defecation flows down | |
| My throat excremental injestment | |
| Reflections of things to come, mirrored in the dead | |
| One' s eyes my fantasy of murder | |
| Incarnated open wounds gushing | |
| Blood on skin coagulated tortured of the retched | |
| No one cares of their dead appalling | |
| Odor wreaking, piles of rotted bodies | |
| The bodies prepared for slaughter | |
| Wallowing in your own blood | |
| Grinding of your fingers | |
| And toes feeding on your meat | |
| I immerse my sharpened implement | |
| Into a fresh bleeding gash | |
| Her body used for my sick desires | |
| The blood thirst | |
| I can' t control | |
| Many more must suffer disposal of the dead | |
| The corpse chopped to bits licking up the drivel | |
| The gore enrages me all | |
| I kill a new creation | |
| My work of art bodies torn apart, liver quivering at my feet | |
| Eyelids cut off to watch your own dismemberment | |
| Cutting through arteries nerves exposed | |
| Feel the power of pain |
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