Purulent portents augur decrepit demise A tumescent terminus draws near Sloughing skin, boils erupt before your very eyes Carbuncles and lesions appear Wracked with infection - excruciated An affliction which will not abate Eczemic flesh stripped away - excoriated A fetid, disease-ridden fate Moribund, vomiting blood All over the hospital floor Not long for this earth, it only gets worse Physiognomy ridden with sores Rendered grotesque, thorax fills with cess Suffering until your demise Corrode from within, sepsis sets in Innards begin to liquefy Too late, face fate- Await, death’s gate Sound the death knell - Sound the death knell Overripe omens ooze out of your maw Excrescent expectorate expunged Sallowed skin, blistered and raw Hacking up bits of clot-caked gunge Riddled with welts - suppurated Day by day this decay sprays its filth Drain the pus into pans - intubated Discharging bloody, pyomorphic swill Feculent, purulent Rampant infection now grown out of hand Nauseated, expectorated Bits of innards floating in your bedpan Too late, face fate- Await, death’s gate Sound the death knell - Sound the death knell
[Lead - Wes]
Disgusting yourself, you turn inside out Epidermal revulsion takes hold Prognosis is grim, there can no more doubt You’re soon to be stiff, dead and cold Vital organs spew forth - regurgitated Prolapse of bowels, sinew and crud Sanguineous breath - asphyxiated Esophagus torn, drown in your own blood Violent death, terminal breath The hospital bed now a gore-soaked grave Your execrable corpse, taken down to the morgue Fodder for pathologists depraved Too late, face fate- Await, death’s gate Sound the death knell - Sound the death knellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
