Goremageddon: The Saw and the Carnage Done
Album - 19 maggio 2003 - Debaser id 131778

[Music: Thijs, Lyrics: Sven]

A quick grasp of insanity, cranial tissue in decay
A force fed tool of apathy i am
Parasitic life form, infesting my whole being
Necrotic fungus resecting organs to create...

From the realm of the dead I'm fed
Cracking open the coffin lid

Driven by a hunger, unable to grasp
A chemical reaction that campels me to grab
The axe, anxiously removed from its shelve
With an unpredescent joy I brutally hack

Psychonecrotic hallucinations,
as my skull begins to reek
With goreastic elegance I purge the weak

Parasitic life form
Rehashing the dead for its cause
The chopping of heads
A daily act of self-enjoyment

Cranial metamorphosis,
A forensic decrepit anomaly
Intestines turn into pulp
Axe wielding among the stiffs
Parasitic resection...

[Music: Thijs, Lyrics: Sven]

Gouging into flesh, and act of forensic grandeur
Abusing my identity to ravish insides, a concoction of a mind deprived
Scandal on the operating table, my fetid fetish to carve, maim and dice
Stripped to the gore, operating manure

Gore seeping from the insides, dissolving carnal tissue
Medical knowledge abused and forlorn for a private psychological feast
A carnival of dissolving tissues, brutaly I thrust the scalpel, into this pool of pus

Skin after skin, I peel expectance
Skin after skin, another stiff ready to fester

A morbid patologist
handing a rusted saw
Jaw cracked and splintered to bits
shattered and torn apart
Shattered ribs implode,
gastric juices drool, no more...

Gore seeping from the insides,
dissolving carnal tissue
medical knowledge abused and forlorn
for a private psychological feast
A carnival of dissolving tissue,
brutaly I thrust the scalpel, into this pool of pus

A lament configuration
Surgical abmination
Giblets squashed on the floor

[Lead: Bart]
[Lead: Thijs]

Skin from skin is torn
A forensic doctrine of gore

[Music: Bart, Lyrics: Sven/Leon Del Muerte]

Stain-less steel doors burst open
A gurney wheeling a flatulent cadaver
Abbreviated salutations muted by the stench
...By the stench...

Horrified nurses scatter
Foul human cess seeps
Punctuation the smell
Of acrid colonic contents
...colonical...

Numbed by the reek,
prepare for surgery
Internal horror revealed,
with a blast from the asscheek

Rumbling restless as inflicts post-mortal vengeance
Tell-tail dung marks across the operating table
Eyes see shit, decorating the tools
Hygenic practices scrapped by this foul odour

The ribcage opens,
a smell comes to the fore
Brown stained lungs oozing faeces,
regurgitation ensues

Disbelieving doctors from theories
Manure, in puddles,
from a human sewer
An unbelievable reek should have drained
from his pooper

Gasses build up pressure
Causing an ominous rumble from within
A ghastly turn of events
leaves them all shit-stained, shocked and chagrined

Stain-less steel doors burst open
yet in the other way
phrenetic surgeons are fleeing
this coprophagic mess

Numbed by the reek,
prepare for surgery
Internal horror revealed,
with a blast from the asscheek

A gruesome ending
to a tale of coprophagic grandeur
The art of forensic scatology
had to be endured
A bacteriological manifestation
which leaves no doubt
Infecting bystanders
with this methane gargling disease

[Music: Christophe, Lyrics: Sven]

Murder
I have been embraced by suffering,
No longer human, I stalk my prey
To kill and gut all surrounding me
Humanity in me slips away

Into the basement,
My own private morgue
Necrotic restants are left to devour
Lunacy errupts from the world you breed
Nothing survives as I consume my meat

Depraved in my sea of cartilage
I'm draved in gore

I have been embraced by suffering,
No longer human, I stalk my prey
To kill and gut all surrounding me
My humanity slips from me

Into the basement,
My own private morgue
Necrotic restants are left to devour
Lunacy errupts from the world you breed
Nothing survives as I consume my meat

Severed head as ornament
My collection of the dead
Punctured cranial-walls collapse
Filled with acid
My aphrodisiac...

I will not rest...
Until I've killed you all
I will not rest...

Until your head
Hangs on the wall of suffering
No longer human, it takes control
Feelings overwhealming me
I have to rid the earth
Of human anatomy

I will not rest, until i've killed you all
Exposed and gutted in my hall of gore
Murder the world... let the blood run... free...

Infected, by this disease called love
I must fill my private morgue
Dissecting randomly,
Your voluptuous cadaver into soup I'll render

Can no longer bear this suffering
I am your god, your tortured will
No longer human it takes control
Destined to torture, mutilate and destroy