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Date of issue: 19.02.2012
Record label: Peaceville
Song language: English
All Tomorrow's Funerals |
You’re dying inside |
Every heartbeat closer to the last |
Immortality a fallacy |
A perverted pipe dream of the past |
The tomb, it needs it’s hunger |
An unforgiving force |
Your blown mind reels in torture |
True doom locked on its course |
Your blood it flows in torment |
A testament to weakness |
Your deathday clock is ticking |
You’ll surrender to your creatures |
Your graveyard eyes unseeing |
Your mind drowns in the crypt |
Construction of the perfect beast |
Your senses have been stripped |
Look over your shoulder |
Damnation’s waiting there |
Your run slows to a crawl |
The casket calls to your despair |
Abyssmal hopelessness — Down on bloody knees |
There’s madness in your soul — A swarming of disease |
Cemetery visions |
Eyes peeled red and open |
Curled up in a coffin |
Mind and soul are broken |
Merging with the void while encloaked by total doom |
Feel the reaper’s breath as you slip inside the tomb |
Wake up dead and mourning with a knife tight in your fist |
Thank the blood red skies |
For with death you have been kissed… |
My corpse shall rise! |
In the cemetery now you have arrived |
To finally see my flesh from which you stole the life |
Though you never were discovered, you’re still free |
I’ve got a curse on you, I’ve haunted all your dreams |
You can’t believe I’m gone |
You must be sure, it must be real |
Panic stricken, to the grave |
The truth must be revealed |
With shaking hands and sickening thoughts |
You find my resting place |
With pounding heart and bloodshot eyes |
The shovel desecrates |
The time has come to face reality |
And visit death |
To see my corpse and stop the dreams |
To see it knows no breath |
At your feet, uncovered is the box |
You’re almost paralysed with fear |
Feel the bile creep up your throat |
Lift the lid and know I’m here |
I lie here rotting, maggots burrowing, feeding, swarming |
You can’t hold back the nausea |
Help won’t find you |
Stomach twisting, violent retching, defiled by vomit |
Now my vengeful corpse begins to rise |
I’ve been waiting here for you |
Now it’s time to see you die |
I’ve got seven skulls |
One is staring back at me |
Atop the rotting stairs |
Is where my family waits for me |
At night I go to see them |
(No, I am not insane…) |
Unlock the door forbidden |
That only knows my name |
This room is filled with knowledge |
Of nightmares, dreams and fears |
They all flow through my mind |
The real world disappears |
I’ve got seven skulls |
Seven boxes in a row |
Seven spirits free |
I’ll join them soon, they call to me |
One night they made me do it |
I woke at four A. M |
I felt their desperate pleading |
Their prisons tortured them |
They wanted to be free |
They said I was the one |
My brain was filled with voices |
As I picked up my gun |
All human life is engulfed in dead flesh |
Mindless corpses with worms in their head |
Up from the grave the nightmare has begun |
A woman screams as the dead eat her son |
Doomsday is here, the dead walk among us |
The people are dying to rise up again |
The crypts breathe new life |
As the inhabitants emerge |
Creating a hell beyond comprehension |
Ripping and shredding the flesh of the living |
Corpses are walking to prey on the live blood |
Decapitation of women and children |
Flesh eating zombies devour their guts |
Feasting on flesh and bathing in blood |
Where there was life, now there is none |
Maggots burrowing deep inside |
The dead take over, human genocide |
Desert screams on plains of doom |
Your mind will snap beyond the dunes |
A village ahead, the stench of disease |
Nauseating wasteland, distorted dead trees |
One eyed vultures feeding |
On twisted malformed prey |
Are these hallucinations |
In this place of foul decay |
An image in shadows, radiation diseased |
A figure of sickness… No eyes, nose or teeth |
You see it comes forward, you freeze up with fear |
The horror’s upon you as others appear |
An array of the nuclear deformed |
Cursed with plague, with wounds they are adorned |
A vision of hell, their food you will become |
Cannibals beneath a sickened sun |
Mental lapse, this nightmare can’t be real |
Sanity cracked, your brain will not be healed |
Your dried up scream makes not a sound |
Their hunger is upon you now |
Horrific limbs and faces twist |
Your throat is slashed, cease to exist |
Never managed to fit in |
Too bizarre for fun or friends |
Twisted mind, a sickening plan |
Cemetery trips began |
The casket was cracked and the body removed |
The graveyard won’t miss it at all |
Thrown in the trunk and brought back to the house |
Obsessed with the morbid, the horror still calls |
All alone before the dawn |
Brought the shovel and flask along |
Started digging feverishly |
Fear turned into ecstasy |
Had to get some company |
For the first corpse, now there’s three |
Two in bed, one in a chair |
Watching with a vacant stare |
More are taken for my needs |
My own post-mortem family |
Time has come to find a wife |
To rot with her I’ll take my life |
When my life is drained |
I know I’ll be discovered |
By someone with a brain like mine |
To keep me and my lover |
Midnight violence, the scene of the kill |
A life slain to rest where the blood has been spilled |
Discarded cadaver, no heartbeat is left |
Teeming with maggots that feed on the flesh |
The street is the graveyard, the dumpster the tomb |
Forgotten and rotten beneath a red moon |
A life once strong is worm food now |
Conniving wretch has been cut down |
Neck twisted sickly, eyes stare into space |
A squirming mass erodes limbs and face |
Feeding and eating, nauseating display |
No coffin, no funeral, just life stripped away |
A portrait of putrefaction, life beyond the grave |
A coward soiled and bloated with maggots in his face |
Discarded cadaver, no heartbeat is left |
Teeming with maggots that feed on the flesh |
The street is the graveyard, the dumpster the tomb |
Forgotten and rotten beneath a red moon |
Blackness |
Despair |
In which your soul resides |
Pain |
Anguish |
From which you cannot hide |
Death |
Maggots |
Devour your rotting flesh |
Compelling thirst |
Crimson lust |
The need to drain you dry |
My lips pressed to your laceration |
See death in my eyes |
Thirsting |
Drinking |
Fading is your thinking |
I fiend for your blood |
I must have your blood |
Roadkill, guts are spilled |
A flattened form of death |
A heavenly delight |
Death is sweet |
Scoop up the meat |
Intact or mashed-it matters not |
I bring home my new surprises |
Open my door, the odour rises |
One that makes me feel so good |
I feel so fucking high |
I smile at my pride and joy on my walls |
My pets |
Nailed up high and low |
By the throat |
Intestinal wreath |
Rancid beef |
My newest tacked up with the rest |
I sit back and watch it rot |
Breathe deep |
Close my eyes |
Fantasize that i am one of them |
Squeal you worthless piece of fuck |
Before i make you die |
Maybe you will shit your pants |
On your suffering i thrive |
The thrill of the kill is a natural thing |
But what makes me live is the fear i can bring |
On your knees in a pool of piss |
Pleading for your life |
Tantalize my reeling senses |
With your pathetic cries |
Wimpering and begging like a dog |
My ways are cruel |
My cock is hard anticipating what’s to come |
You’re trembling with fear |
How fucking sad |
You’re just another piece of shit |
I can’t take your moaning anymore |
Pressure building up inside |
After i deliver the crushing blow |
I climax in your eye |
Laughing, drooling in your face |
Grinning outcasts of our race |
Tied from hands and feet and waist |
You look up in fear |
A horrid stench you do behold |
The one of rot, mildew and mold |
As a cretin grabs ahold |
Of your testicles |
Start to cry out, but you’re stopped |
Your mouth is stifled with a cock |
Which was removed from your own stocks |
The laughter carries on |
Bid your balls a sad farewell |
As you curse them all to hell |
Then you realize too well |
Hell is where you are |
Dismembered slowly, feet to head |
Not soon enough you will be dead |
Your purpose: keep these monsters fed |
Violate your anus first |
Fuck your eyes out, fluids burst |
Lubricate my growing thirst |
Drill a hole right through your skull |
Your body’s laying dead and still |
Pump your brain until it’s full |
Soaking your mind with my seed |
White meets grey, eyesockets bleed |
My love dripping down your cheek… |
I have been there again |
My bare feet caked with mud |
Stench of the grave rising from my aching groin |
I have been to her again |
I have been in her again!!! |
I have experienced the foul pleasure |
Brought onto me |
I hate myself for it |
But still i return |
Once more i visit my place of lust |
She is there |
Just as i left her the time before |
As i tear off my restricted clothes |
In the dim light of the graveyard |
My passion runs its course |
«the ecstasy you bring is unsurpassed |
Forever be my whore» |
Knee deep in sewage |
Maggots burrowing thru my face |
Blinded by disease |
Waiting for my living death to end |
Slicing teeth |
Infectious chewing at my skin |
My blood is clotted with pus |
The maddening shrill cries |
Of rabid vermin never stop |
I pick away |
At my mouldering flesh |
Insanity has left my mind |
A tortured mess |
Face chewed to bits |
On my body they feast |
Swimming in the rancid sewage |
Spreading their disease |
Lost in the white |
Nothing in sight |
Stumbling thru the snow and ice |
Blinded by forces you can’t control |
Just to stay alive your only goal |
Caught within the grip of winter |
Hyperboric nightmare reigns |
A arctic hysteria sets in |
Body goes numb as your brain |
Legs go numb |
Panic strikes |
So you then light a fire |
Put your legs in the flames |
Hoping for a rush of pain |
Flesh burns right to the core |
Spits blood from every pore |
Smell your skin peel away |
For your life a small price to pay |
Running in searing pain |
Rational thoughts |
Are quickly slain |
Take in your last cold breath |
As you fall to your backsnapping death |