e cadavers bring me no tears"

Alchemy of decomposition
Curdled suppuration in the bodily orifices
Necrobiotic alterations
Ammoniac sulphide is vilely released

Putrefaction...Putrilage
Perpetuation...in decay

"Exhuming corpses Enshrouded in Putrilage
Special guests for another secret carnage
Depraved morticians rapting the dead
Taking their bodies out of their fucking graves"

Visceral disintegration
Fetid emanation of cadaveric fumes
Post-mortem deteriration
This beautyful cadaver is ready to be exhumed


2. A Cataleptic Rapture

Midnight at the Cemetary
the Ghouls of Gore are back
Obnoxious and Corpsegrinder
look for some preys tonight
They tear apart the gravestone
Unearthing without care
Reopening your coffin
They think you are really dead

Desecrate...Steal the corpses from their graves
Digging up the interred
We are the raptors of the dead

Taken from the cemetary
to their hideous Morgue
Sinister body snatchers
Merchants of rot
Exhumed to be dissected
a few hours after death
Prematurely buried body
In cataleptic state

Desecrate...Steal the corpses from their graves
Digging up the interred
We are the raptors of the dead

Moonlight shines in your livid skin
Resting in apparent morbidity
There's life behind that unanimated eyes
Sometimes Cadaverous condition lies

A Cataleptic rapture, forensic mistake
Buried without death certicate


3. Surgery For The Dead

Once again I dreamed of rot
Macabre visions inside my bloody morgue
Rigidness... Rigor Mortis
I'm obsessed by dead bodies
I exhumed them for the autopsy
I just live for this moment

The surgeon mask covers my face
as I hold a jigsaw in my hand
Fascinated...by the loathsome
Crished heads...limbless torsos
Bloodstained...eyes of horror
My ecstasy is your sorrow

...Upon the rotting innards
...My forensic carnage
...The sickening Disembowelment
...Surgery for the dead

I unearthed the buried ones
for their morbid organs I lust
I desecrated those silent graves
Searching anatomical preys

...Upon the rotting innards
...My forensic carnage
...The sickening Disembowelment
...Surgery for the dead


4. Treasures Of Anatomy

Dealing with Anatomy!
satisfy my morbid Greed
Everything inside the corpse
my pleasure and my joy
Stealing fragments from the dead
Extirpated limbs from hell
Clandestine economy
Cadavers is all we need

Treasures of Anatomy
Business of disgust
My sick occupation
fulfill my necrophiliac lust
Macabre orders
conserved in formaldehyde
Dealing with organs
So it's how I get my life

Abucting and crippling
Bodies are torn to pieces
Ablating to ripping
my job is fucking stinky

The Black Market of the human flesh
Getting money from the occult trade
Body-recycling industry
Morbid Treasures of Anatomy

Defiling my victims
My Autopsies are dirty
Market of Morbidity
Pathology is so exciting


5. Necrotic Garbage

I'm Fucking tired of making dissections
I reek of shit and putrefaction
Many hours among decay
I'll work no more for today

...Sick gory mess
Necrotic Garbage
Autopsied wastes
Necrotic Garbage

All the floor is full of entrails
smashed brains and crushed
Festered rests of human flesh
On Dripping organs I step

...Sick gory mess
Necrotic Garbage
Autopsied wastes
Necrotic Garbage

Vile stench of putrefaction deep
inside my nose
Cold leftovers of the Autopsy
piled-up to dispose
Underneath the rotten innards...
a cataleptic corpse
Those corpses weren't dissected...
Let them decompose

Cleaning the dissecting table
Sweep the rotten shit
Fucking up amputated limbs
The Morgue is deadorized and clean


6. Putritorium

Welcome to my Paradise...
The fetid Putritorium
Where autopsied cadavers are left to rot
Tons of Decomposed Flesh
rotting in this inferno
The Fragrance of the Dead infests the air

...Putrescent Rests of the Human Dissection
...Rot...A room full of rotting remains
...The Paradise of Putrefaction
...Trapped in the mortuary Hell

In the basement of the Morgue
There's macabre secret
the place Where all our victims
are left to rot
Piles of suppurating entrails
in a hell of Sickness
Mutilated limbs lay on the floor

...Putrescent Rests of the Human Dissection
...Rot...A room full of rotting remains
...The Paradise of Putrefaction
...Trapped in the mortuary Hell

Carnal inferno...Necrotic nest
Sick destination...Dyseptic grave

Putritorium

Enter to the temple of the dead
your destiny is locked in this place
A paradise of darkness and decay
The Putritorium is your final grave


7. Dawn In The Rotting Paradise

I'm dead... I feel so...
I'm shocked by horrible visions
A dream? ...Delirium?
I'm trying to find any reason

I'm in hell
I hear maggots swarm by my side
What is this place?
Many questions for my mind

I'm trapped...in darkness
underneath a pile of cadavers
I cry...in silence
I'm horrified by the macabre

I'm in hell
I feel the Icecold flesh by my side
Pestilent Place
Too much horror for my grave

Confused...
Forsaken...
Awaken...
In the rotting paradise


8. Aftertaste Of putrefaction

Hungry and exhausted
I need something to eat
but I won't eat a single
piece of rotting meat
I drink my own urine
and ingest my fetid excrements
My bowels are empty
I'm forced to eat some human flesh

Rotting Remains are my salvation
First bite dead flesh-regurgitation
Swallow or die-extreme situation
Sick After-taste of putrefaction

Insalubrious diet of Purulent gastronomy
The taste of the cadevers
is not rare for me
Necrophagist menu of wrecked stiffs
I couldn't imagine I would do this

Rotting Remains are my salvation
First bite dead flesh-regurgitation
Swallow or die-extreme situation
Sick After-taste of putrefaction


9. Worminfested Cavities

Parasites of rot
Dead Flesh Davastators
Cadaveric plague
Life from putrefaction

Munching the entrails
Devouring the eyeballs
A colony of Grubs
Swaems into the rectum

Worm-infested cavities
Worm-infested cavities
Worm-infested cavities
Worm-infested cavities


10. I'm A Pathologist

I love my job
as many people do
because of my profession
my sickest dreams came true
They laughed at me
because I am an alcoholic
Now I hate mankind
I'm totally misanthropic

I am a worker of death
I'm a pathologist

I'll meet you when you are dead
My morgue awaits for you
I sniff some cocaine
I'm going to cut you in two
the bistoury in my hand
I'm ready to dissect
Alcohol inside my veins
The feast starts again

I am a worker of death
I'm a pathologist

Pathology is my life
My obsession until I die

I am a worker of death
I'm a pathologist


11. Cirrhoetic Liver Distillation

The festering hepatic fibrosis
Swollen liver fermented day by day
septic Ichor smells like liquor
Vital organs in alcoholic decay
...Bile not Wine
...Pus not juice
Extracting the poisonous fluids
Toxic liquids in my cup
Ingestion of rancid urine
I will vomit...I am drunk

Severe cirrhosis
Alcohol-soaked tissues
Distillate the liver
to drink the hepatic lush
Purulent secretions
Fermenting insides
Macerating organs
I get high on bile


12. Wirness Of Postmortem Violence

Through the Keyhole
A Bloody Scene I behold
A Brutal Orgy of Gore
is performed behind this door
Surgeons destroy
with malicious joy
Dismembering fest
on Splattered rests
Flying organs
Hacked Arms, Severed legs
Drug-induced Carnage
Wirness of postmortem violence
Surgeons destroy
with malicious joy
Ripping with fun
They're fucking drunk
Drunk and insane
They puke on the limbless torsos
My eyes can't resist
This Sick Forensic Horror


13. Dying On A Mass Of Chyme And Rancid Excrement

Down in the Carnal Abbyss...
Dying in this putrid place
Pale dissected bodies rot...
Minced, disemboweled
and partially defleshed

Dying on a mass of chyme
Floating on a mass of rancid excrement
Fear of the pathologists
In the Putritorium they will never find me

I'm still alive...
But rot is infecting my tissues...
crawling through melting innards...
on faecal sludge
My Body is covering by festers and pus

Dying on a mass of chyme
Floating on a mass of rancid excrement
Blinded by the Ammonium mist
The putrid effluvium...I can't resist

The carnal abyss...

The secretions of the dead are dripping
and my skin is turning grey
Loathing desperation...I'm going to escape
Get out of this pile of rotting entrails

Dying on a mass of chyme
Floating on a mass of rancid excrement
Decompositive abbyss


14. Set The Morgue On Fire

Night has come, It's the right time to escape
They are slept...they will never awake
Dark Revenge...I will destroy this place
Burn it down and run away!!

I'll finnish this insanity
Incendiary hate inside of me
I will incinerate the dead
A part of them will never rest

Rising flames on the mangled organs
Vile stench of the burning flesh
Roasting limbs - Carnal Crematory
Melting Skin dripping from the dead

I hear the screams of agony
Their suffering is pleasure for me
Fire will celebrate their death
I hope they know the real pain

Bodies explode...violent deflagrations
Charred Remains...Carbonized rests
I behold the Blazing Human Inferno
Praying for the souls of the dead

Set the morgue on fire!!

Fuck you morticians, burn in your own hell
I really wish you a slow and painful death
I want destroy this sick human inferno
Reduce to ashes this temple of terror