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Date of issue: 31.12.2012
Record label: Willowtip
Song language: English
Back To The Grave |
Exhumed, debauched and consumed |
My torpid flesh has been sullied by your spunk |
And I have played privy to your necrotic whimsy |
You so enjoyed inhaling my decrepit funk |
My organs and entrails you delightfully assailed |
Thrashing mound of thoracic de-activity |
A lover you have found, six feet down |
Licking from my skin the moist lividity |
Torn from the tomb for your lustful desire |
My fouled viscera are what you admire |
An unholy union on a funeral pyre |
A caseated carcass really lights your fire |
A sickening treat under the sheets |
The rigor mortis of love can be hard |
And the love that we have made, from the grave I was laid |
Rubbing your genitals in my congealing lard |
A glistening liver and ensanguined gut |
The erotic intestines of this grumous mound |
Embalming fluid and morticians Y-cut |
Turn you on as my omentum you pound |
Humiliated corpse, insults are compiled |
Penetrated rectum, no guilt reconciled |
Laid in a repose with a grisly smile |
Used and abused, my existence defiled I’m a lover of the dead, as a corpse |
You’ll share my bed, but your usefulness is bled |
Back to the grave |
I’ve had my sick fun, but now I am done, it’s time for you to cum |
Back to the grave |
Our affair is through, I’ve no more use for you, you’ve paid your deathly dues |
Back to the grave |
We’ve shared death throes, but my love has decomposed, and now you will go |
Back to the grave |
Once you needed me |
But now you’ll go solo |
(solo: «Death's Sweet Embrace» by S.C. McGrath) |
Callously flaying your skin, no cum-passion, I confess |
Revealing muscles and tendons to lasciviously caress |
The object of my dissection, a foetid mate at best |
Relentlessly tugging at heart strings through a hole I tore in the chest |
(solo: «Rending a Broken Heart» by L.d. Muerte) |
Employing a probing tool to penetrate the dry orifice |
Grinding pus and masticating grume, I ram the ass with my fist |
Be not distraught as your cadaver I drop, the remains of your lips I kiss |
Thoroughly infested with maggots, your body has brought me such bliss |
Sanguine amour |
Dead meat to crave |
Putrid carcass |
Cannot be saved |
Back to the grave |
Supple white flesh, bleached with death |
Masturbate on my maggot eaten face |
The cold touch of the dead (it has been said) |
Can inspire a necromantic craze |
You partook in love and human remains |
With my disinterred body you were chuffed |
But as I fall to pieces near the end |
My rottenness will force a break-up |
Sever my skull and I’ll give you head |
About your boudoir my limbs are spread |
But with your hunger for death now fed |
This relationship is dead |
I’m a lover of the dead, as a corpse you’ll share my bed, but your usefulness |
Is bled |
Back to the grave |
I’ve had my sick fun, but now I am done, it’s time for you to cum |
Back to the grave |
Our affair is through, I’ve no more use for you, you’ve paid your deathly dues |
Back to the grave |
We’ve shared death throes, but my love has decomposed, and now you will go |
Name | Year |
---|---|
You Are The Dead | 2007 |
All Gut, No Glory | 2007 |
Up The Dose | 2007 |
The Visible Man | 2007 |
Sickness Is Health | 2007 |
G.O.R.E. | 2007 |
Flesh & Blood | 2012 |
Trocar | 2012 |
Faecal Rites | 2012 |
Immaculate Defecation | 2012 |
Spirits Of The Dead | 2012 |
Gorenography | 2012 |
Blood Bath | 2012 |
All That Rots | 2012 |
The Last Gasp | 2007 |
Dawn Of The Dread | 2007 |
Right To Die | 2007 |
Masters Of Ordure | 2007 |
Torture Of Duty | 2007 |