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IMPALED
THE DEAD SHALL DEAD REMAIN |
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All That Rots
[Music: LdM, SCM; Lyrics: SCM]
(Solo: "Funerary feast on the recently deceased" by S. C. McGrath)
(Solo: "Manic Rottrephagia" L. d. Muerte)
(Solo: "Exfodiation of pus filled stiffs for total gormandization" by S. C. McGrath)
(Solo: "Exhibiting the trots from the consumption of rot" by L. d. Muerte)
Wholly rotten, your body decayed,
Your husk a decomposing organic sewer,
Ichor boiled, congealed, and reduced,
Into a fustular mass of fertile manure
Liquid waste expelled,
With a nauseating smell,
Your innards have started to turn,
The stink makes my sinuses burn,
With intestinal fortitude I'm forced to digest,
This purulent victual with which I'm obsessed,
Greedily binging on glistening turds,
As gristle and fat form globular curds
Pulsating liver is violently excised,
Pureed, brewed, and mulled,
A gustitory treat for the mentally ill,
With which my senses are dulled,
Your kidneys are stewed and with offal imbued,
In fused with simmering gore,
Of carbonized entrails and all that is rotten,
I'm quite a connoisseur.
A fetid tapioca is prepared in your colon,
Nauseating pudding, thickened with pus,
A genital souffle is concocted on the fly,
Post Mortem nutriment of decomposing guts,
Putrescine elixir is quaffed to kill the taste,
A most refreshing apertif,
The noxious beverage is tapped from your skull,
You're repulsively rotten beyond belief.
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