| 歌曲 | In My Human Slaughterhouse |
| 歌手 | Exhumed |
| 专辑 | Gore Metal |
| 作曲 : Harvey | |
| (musick & lyrixxx - Matt Harvey, 1995) | |
| By night I return to the storage shed, Anxious to catch a glimpse of the dead, | |
| Nervously, I unbolt the door, Making my way into this abatoir... Hot air | |
| rushes out the aperture, A putrid gust of flattus and methane, Inhaling the | |
| rotting fumes as I choke, Hit by a wave of nausea I try to restrain... At last | |
| I regard the bloated stiffs, Terribly dislimbed and deceased, My plumpened | |
| prizes now swollen by putrefaction, A makeshift mortuary for the obese... | |
| Their corpulence exceeded solely, By the foulness of their smell, Their girth | |
| only expanded upon in death, The fleshy carcasses bloat and swell... | |
| Postmortem hypertrophy plagues the hefty cadavers, Their portly bodies now | |
| thoroughly dead, The incessant buzzing of insects as necrovores slaver, Fills | |
| the tepid chamber whose walls I've stained red... I hacked through their | |
| layers of blubbering fat, Some were gutted, some punctured, some razed, When I | |
| finished I found them decidedly flat, If not yet dead, then at least bleeding | |
| and dazed... In this dingy shack I had left them to rot, And then departed the | |
| undignified scene, The makeshift crypt they inhabit now fetid and hot, The | |
| curdling innards turned a sickly shade of green |
| zuò qǔ : Harvey | |
| musick lyrixxx Matt Harvey, 1995 | |
| By night I return to the storage shed, Anxious to catch a glimpse of the dead, | |
| Nervously, I unbolt the door, Making my way into this abatoir... Hot air | |
| rushes out the aperture, A putrid gust of flattus and methane, Inhaling the | |
| rotting fumes as I choke, Hit by a wave of nausea I try to restrain... At last | |
| I regard the bloated stiffs, Terribly dislimbed and deceased, My plumpened | |
| prizes now swollen by putrefaction, A makeshift mortuary for the obese... | |
| Their corpulence exceeded solely, By the foulness of their smell, Their girth | |
| only expanded upon in death, The fleshy carcasses bloat and swell... | |
| Postmortem hypertrophy plagues the hefty cadavers, Their portly bodies now | |
| thoroughly dead, The incessant buzzing of insects as necrovores slaver, Fills | |
| the tepid chamber whose walls I' ve stained red... I hacked through their | |
| layers of blubbering fat, Some were gutted, some punctured, some razed, When I | |
| finished I found them decidedly flat, If not yet dead, then at least bleeding | |
| and dazed... In this dingy shack I had left them to rot, And then departed the | |
| undignified scene, The makeshift crypt they inhabit now fetid and hot, The | |
| curdling innards turned a sickly shade of green |