Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Plate Xii , by - Crawling Chaos. Release date: 11.11.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Plate Xii |
| A little unpainted wooden house remote from travelled ways |
| Two hundred years and more it have leaned or squatted there |
| Small-paned windows still stare shockingly |
| Twisted in a reverie of memories of unutterable things |
| Lost in the fields, caught by the storm |
| Tried the door, knocking |
| Unpleasant crudeness, secrets forgotten |
| Bound in leather, there lies the book |
| Plate XII, gruesome details |
| The butcher’s shop of the cannibal Anziques |
| Plate XII, repellent gastronomy |
| Old, white-bearded and ragged, he inspires wonder and respect |
| Strong, stout, with bloodshot eyes, inexplicably keen and burning |
| «Glad you had the sense to come right in» |
| The incongruous host said, motioning the frightened me to a chair |
| The book falls open, speech growing thicker |
| «This is sinful, I suppose» |
| Chopped bodies, tickling my blood |
| Shocking ecstasy, killing the sheep |
| Plate XII, gruesome details |
| The butcher’s shop of the cannibal Anziques |
| Plate XII, repellent gastronomy |
| The picture makes me hungry for victuals I cannot raise nor buy |
| They say meat makes bones and flesh, and gives you new life |
| A man can live longer and longer |
| Splattering impact, the rain is not red |
| A small red spattering glistens on the page |
| Lending vividness to the horror below |
| To the horror below |
| Plate XII, gruesome details |
| The butcher’s shop of the cannibal Anziques |
| Plate XII, repellent gastronomy |
| Plate XII, Plate XII |
| Plate XII, loathsome repellent |