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VISCERA TRAIL LYRICS
"Piled Up Dead" (2005 EP)
1. Disposal of the Deserted (Caprice)
2. Remains of Disploded Humans
3. Hack Till Gravy
4. Rancid Mess of Bile, Guts and Feces
5. Stiff and Dry Cunt
6. Limb Chewer
7. Burnt Offspring
1. Disposal of the Deserted (Caprice)
2. Remains of Disploded Humans
3. Hack Till Gravy
Hack till gravy
mutilate the dead
Bury the body... bag the head
grinding fury sickening sight repulsed as I remove the mutilage
carry the fleshy bones and the slippery butchered abdominal sludge
opened, ripped, inside shows. exposed spine crushed out of viscera.
decapitate and stomp the cranial wreckage.....
I'm beeing soaked with blood... I grab the streaming flattened neck and insert my hand throug rectal tunnel.
I raise the gore dripping 100 pound corpse, hold it above my head.
I purify myself with the blood of the helpless dead.
I collapse and start to laugh histerically
slashing the blured remaining skin with anger and dementia.
I disgorge loads of stench on the lump which used to live minutes ago.
panic has no room in the acts of the sick.
my eyes are widely opened as I barely breath with pleasurable hysteria.
Hack till gravy
mutilate the dead
Bury the body... bag the head
4. Rancid Mess of Bile, Guts and Feces
Steaming shit, exposed guts
You stink you disemboweled slut
Rancid mess of bile, guts and feces
Rancid mess of bile, guts and feces
I step upon you
You pile of bloody mess
Smell you aroma
Deadly rancid mixture
As I crush your head
Seperate it from the heap
Eat your eyes rubbed with excrement
I fuck your stillwarm stew
Rancid mess of bile, guts and feces
Rancid mess of bile, guts and feces
5. Stiff and Dry Cunt
6. Limb Chewer
7. Burnt Offspring
Bucket full of little bodies
Piled up drained in blood
Impale them fetuses with an iron stick
Through their tiny assholes
I throw the stillborns into charcoal fire
Little humans burst in flames
Skin boils and eyes are bubbling
Shining with a flaming reflection
Delicate fat blazes
Little scorched pieces of flesh
The stench is thrilling and delightful
In a small pile of innocence
They burn...
The sound of flesh being grilled
Skin peeling and bones crack by the heat
Carbonized fetus corpses... well done
Tender flesh, baby steak
I pull them out and easily dismember them
They’re blackened from the outside yet juicy from the inside
They break and fall apart in my hands
I feed... burnt offspring
Scattered around me, remains of devoured fetuses.
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