Yearning for the Grotesque
Album - 3 gennaio 2003 - Debaser id 174491

Entering the cemetery like a furtive hunter
Hiding in the shadows where nobody can see me
Stalking out the tombs, the most recent ones
The smell of fresh cadavers helps me on my search

Digging six feet under, working over night
Waiting for a treasure made of flesh and bones
Atrocious desire for decaying corpses
Necrocannibalistic feast right before the dawn

Carrion is my delight
Putrid reek i enjoy
Devourer of the dead
Devourer of the dead

Coagulated blood, i masticate
Livid sweet eyeballs are my fave
Red meat from the knees, of godly taste
Rotting genitals, what i eat last

Hacking up the rests to bring them home
There shall be no remains left for the worms

[Guitar solo: Oliver Phillips]

Hacking up the rests to bring them home
There shall be no remains left for the worms

Coagulated blood, i masticate
Livid sweet eyeballs are my fave
Red meat of the knees, of godly taste
Rotting genitals, what i eat last

Carrion is my delight
Putrid reek i enjoy
Devourer of the dead
Devourer of the dead

Digging six feet under, working over night
Waiting for a treasure made of flesh and bones
Atrocious desire for decaying corpses
Necrocannibalistic feast right before the dawn

When mommy died the family had to continue
Years passed and daddy got a hot new girlfriend
The two sons were not satisfied with the situation
Life at home was getting tensed and unbearable

The poor girl was a victim
The brothers were tracing a plan to make her life a hell
Submitting her to a psychic torture
Until her nerves could not resist and get her leaving home

And they did succeed; her nerves exploded
But not the way they wanted her to
Then she became a twisted psychopath
Thinking of a way to make them pay

Cooking a daddy stew

To celebrate their dads birthday she stabbed him
One stab for each year he has lived, namely fourty four
She cut his body off into countless bits and made a stew
Then she served it to the two brothers who ate it well

The poor girl was a victim
The brothers were tracing a plan to make her life a hell
Submitting her to a psychic torture
Until her nerves could not resist and get her leaving home

And they did succeed; her nerves exploded
But not the way they wanted her to
Then she became a twisted psychopath
Thinking of a way to make them pay

And they did succeed; her nerves exploded
But not the way they wanted her to
Then she became a twisted psychopath
Thinking of a way to make them pay

Cooking a daddy stew

Darkness surrounds me
In my sorrowful agony
I feel my death is near
And its corroding my mind

Tormented thoughts
Invades my head
The final day has come to me
I just have to wait
Laid down on my bed waiting
For my final breath
I have no strength to control
My dismal thoughts of demise

Certain death
Dark decay
In peace i die
Slowly i rot

My body is passing away
But my soul still remains
It is just longing for
My last decrepit sigh

Tormented thoughts
Invades my head
The final day has come to me
I just have to wait
Laid down on my bed waiting
For my final breath
I have no strength to control
My dismal thoughts of demise

Certain death
Dark decay
In peace i die
Slowly i rot

My body is passing away
But my soul still remains
It is just longing for
My last decrepit sigh