Impaled lyrics
Impaled lyrics
"All That Rots lyrics"
Things I Heard Today lyrics
Well the things that I heard today It's not worth listening or to say Struggle hold you can't get out of I've got no love for you And the day is dragging on and
Well the things that I heard today It's not worth listening or to say Struggle hold you can't get out of I've got no love for you And the day is dragging on and
(Solo: "Funerary feast on the recently deceased" by S. C. McGrath)
(Solo: "Manic Rottrephagia" L. d. Muerte)
(Solo: "Exfodiation of pus filled stiffs for total gormandization" by S. C. McGrath)
(Solo: "Exhibiting the trots from the consumption of rot" by L. d. Muerte)
Wholly rotten, your body decayed,
Your husk a decomposing organic sewer, <
Venezia-istanbul lyrics
Venezia mi ricorda istintivamente Istanbul stessi palazzi addosso al mare rossi tramonti che si perdono nel nulla. D' Annunzio mont? a cavallo con fanat
br>Ichor boiled, congealed, and reduced, Venezia mi ricorda istintivamente Istanbul stessi palazzi addosso al mare rossi tramonti che si perdono nel nulla. D' Annunzio mont? a cavallo con fanat
Into a fustular mass of fertile manure
Liquid waste expelled,
With a nauseating smell,
Your innards have started to turn,
The stink makes my sinuses burn,
With intestinal fortitude I'm forced to digest,
This purulent victual with which I'm obsessed,
Greedily binging on glistening turds,
Nar Vindarna Vant lyrics
(English: When The Winds Changed) Written by Marie Fredriksson & Lasse Lindbom Published by Inhouse Music du s?g i min hand och sa / du ?r precis som ja
(English: When The Winds Changed) Written by Marie Fredriksson & Lasse Lindbom Published by Inhouse Music du s?g i min hand och sa / du ?r precis som ja
As gristle and fat form globular curds
Pulsating liver is violently excised,
Pureed, brewed, and mulled,
A gustitory treat for the mentally ill,
With which my senses are dulled,
Your kidneys are stewed and with offal imbued,
In fused with simmering gore,
Of carbonized entrails and all that is rotten,
I'm quite a connoisseur.
(Lyrics: Parts of the "HALEL" praising words, Alon M., Kobi F. & parts taken from the "KORAN" translation) u'ma natata lo? u'ma natata lo? veket
A fetid tapioca is prepared in your colon,
Nauseating pudding, thickened with pus,
A genital souffle is concocted on the fly,
Post Mortem nutriment of decomposing guts,
Putrescine elixir is quaffed to kill the taste,
A most refreshing apertif,
The noxious beverage is tapped from your skull,
You're repulsively rotten beyond belief.