[Music: Vomitory Gorification, Lyrics: Mortifico]
The corpse lay here, just near my bed
Not just dead but lacerated... and disembowelled.
Flies procreates now, coldness turns to mess.
A liquid runs from the eyes.
I delight in these secretions.
Pus mixed with blood.
I have to crush the cranium.
From corpse to corpse, the ritual is the same.
The blood is true, the blood is real, as real as the flesh I devour.
It makes me feel real.
The scalpel along the skin draws the mutilation.
Rancid organs, putrefying flesh, all removed from their place.
I burst the torso and gorge on blood, the flesh will rot with time.
In osmose with the corpse, its flesh is my flesh; together we are one.
I bathe in blood and post mortal secretions, together we are one...
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[Music: Vomitory Gorification, Lyrics: Mortifico]
The corpse lay here, just near my bed
Not just dead but lacerated... and disembowelled.
Flies procreates now, coldness turns to mess.
A liquid runs from the eyes.
I delight in these secretions.
Pus mixed with blood.
I have to crush the cranium.
From corpse to corpse, the ritual is the same.
The blood is true, the blood is real, as real as the flesh I devour.
It makes me feel real.
The scalpel along the skin draws the mutilation.
Rancid organs, putrefying flesh, all removed from their place.
I burst the torso and gorge on blood, the flesh will rot with time.
In osmose with the corpse, its flesh is my flesh; together we are one.
I bathe in blood and post mortal secretions, together we are one...
The corpse lay here, just near my bed
Not just dead but lacerated... and disembowelled.
Flies procreates now, coldness turns to mess.
A liquid runs from the eyes.
I delight in these secretions.
Pus mixed with blood.
I have to crush the cranium.
From corpse to corpse, the ritual is the same.
The blood is true, the blood is real, as real as the flesh I devour.
It makes me feel real.
The scalpel along the skin draws the mutilation.
Rancid organs, putrefying flesh, all removed from their place.
I burst the torso and gorge on blood, the flesh will rot with time.
In osmose with the corpse, its flesh is my flesh; together we are one.
I bathe in blood and post mortal secretions, together we are one...