[Speech:] "Human remains in a beaker and tray and coffee pot. Bones which were being partly macerated, dissolved, in a margarine container which had engine coolant in it. It smelled very awful."
Striking up my discordant underture A carnal cacophony perversely penned Transposed...and decomposed On strings fashioned from human twine Lovingly wound and fretted upon my bow Garishly incarcerated...the dead resonate In a final death-throe
Vibrant as I thresh... Movements scripted for the dead...
Orchestral horrors I vehemently conduct My corpus concertos cordial Disinterred... and detuned With six feet below In harmony with the deceased My inspiration...your disintegration For my latest masterpiece
My scope creeps your flesh... Notes seep from sinewy frets...
But don't hold your breath As you wait for your god or the void Or the abyss of nothingness Your usefulness isn't through Your productivity I resume...
My sorbid, soiled handicrafts Will be your afterlife's handicap....
...My corrupt crescendos... ...Will leave you out on a limbo... ...Your disposition I unleash... ...You will rest in my piece...
With deadly dynamics You're dead, buried and barred Your remains dampened and fingered Your mortal coil is barbed The death-bells are peeling Ringing out as you flake Shrieking out their recitals A celebration of your wake...
Enter my funereality My world two metres under A curious habitat Your muddy trench I plunder Pass on to ethereality Churned out under the sextant's blade You live your life in wretchedness And death is no escape...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
