Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Epicurean Entrails , by - Infester. Release date: 20.12.2004
Song language: English
Epicurean Entrails |
| The sword in hand’s not yet to be in the ground… |
| For at the darkest hour, a man may cry out |
| Seven tormenting spirits |
| To be breathed into him… |
| The black abominations of elusive kinds |
| Heads hung in death… Spilling blood for their dead |
| Incinerate the soul to die temporarily. |
| Betrayed torture for a life of recovery |
| Now I begin the quest I was born for… |
| Ridding the world of those pigmented abortion babies |
| Fetal infections transplants the foul wastes… |
| Lift the eyelids to inject this antidote… Only to… |
| Live though a slow and painful demise |
| Reason from the corroded arteries |
| Seeps from the bubbling skin… |
| This vagina is a thing to be tortured… |
| Rat droppings enclose the orifice |
| Seven tormenting spirits |
| To be breathed into him |
| God’s purist creatures I’ve hung and eaten… |
| To reproduce their meat. |
| Alive |
| … We rejoiced for a ceremonial reunion |
| Where we’ll eat and feast on an array of our departed’s entrails |
| Grant me the delight of necrofucking |
| My departed followers… They were my companions to the traveling… |
| I am taken to the deepest corners of the earth… |
| Spare us when Thee will rise to the earth |