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Exhume To Consume Lyrics
Grimly I dig up the turfs
To remove the corrupted stiffs
Trying to contain my excitement
As I desecrate graveolent crypts...
Fingers claw at coffin lids
Eager festal exhumation
Hugging your wry, festered remains
With post-humous joy and elation...
Body snatched, freshly interred
Whatever takes my fancy
To satisfy my gratuitous pica
My culinary necromancy...
Scrutinised then brutalised
My forensic inquisition is fulfiled
My recipe is now your epitaph
Be it fried, boiled or grilled...
I devour the pediculous corpse
Whetting my palate as I exhume
The festering stench of rotting flesh
Makes me drool as I consume...
Caskets I grate
My larder's a grave
I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed)
Rotten remains I eat
Purulent meat
What a funeral feast (putrid reek)
Weeping tissue is stripped
Pus dribbles from my lips
Pulverising this pustular chaff
Butchering up morgue's makes me laugh...
Ulcerated flesh I munch
Rotting corpses are my lunch
On bones I love to crunch (on the badly decomposed)
Shrivelled innards I lick
The corpse's head I kick
Crumbling shreds I pick (eat the stiffs)
(Solo: morbid melody for the deceased with salt to taste)
Rancid flesh, slaughter the dead
- Caskets exhumed...
Corpses disinterred, graves disturbed
- To consume...
Bereaved relatives are not amused
As on their dear departed I feverishly consume...
Slavering worms, decomposure burns
Corrosion born, as bacteria gnaw
Desecrate...
Precipitate....(from the muddy grave)
Macerate...
Eviscerate...
Caskets I grate
My larder's a grave
I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed)
Rotten remains I eat
Purulent meat
What a funeral feast (putrid reek)
Saponified fats, nibbled by rats
- freshly exhumed...
Deep down six feet is where I like to eat
- Human flesh to consume...
To remove the corrupted stiffs
Trying to contain my excitement
As I desecrate graveolent crypts...
Fingers claw at coffin lids
Eager festal exhumation
Hugging your wry, festered remains
With post-humous joy and elation...
Body snatched, freshly interred
Whatever takes my fancy
To satisfy my gratuitous pica
My culinary necromancy...
Scrutinised then brutalised
My forensic inquisition is fulfiled
My recipe is now your epitaph
Be it fried, boiled or grilled...
Whetting my palate as I exhume
The festering stench of rotting flesh
Makes me drool as I consume...
My larder's a grave
I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed)
Rotten remains I eat
Purulent meat
What a funeral feast (putrid reek)
Pus dribbles from my lips
Pulverising this pustular chaff
Butchering up morgue's makes me laugh...
Rotting corpses are my lunch
On bones I love to crunch (on the badly decomposed)
Shrivelled innards I lick
The corpse's head I kick
Crumbling shreds I pick (eat the stiffs)
(Solo: morbid melody for the deceased with salt to taste)
- Caskets exhumed...
Corpses disinterred, graves disturbed
- To consume...
As on their dear departed I feverishly consume...
Corrosion born, as bacteria gnaw
Precipitate....(from the muddy grave)
Macerate...
Eviscerate...
My larder's a grave
I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed)
Rotten remains I eat
Purulent meat
What a funeral feast (putrid reek)
- freshly exhumed...
Deep down six feet is where I like to eat
- Human flesh to consume...
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This song is about vegetarianism.
Yeah, this song is about somebody who has a craving for meat but can't bring himself to eat the flesh of "those poor cows," so he decides to try out human meat.
Yeah, this song is about somebody who has a craving for meat but can't bring himself to eat the flesh of "those poor cows," so he decides to try out human meat.
This song is so badass
This song is fukin great.
I love the taste of a fresh, dead body! Except thats not what this song is about. It's really about decayed flesh, left in the ground to mix with the nutrients of worm shit and casket wood. Though, I wouldnt recommend modern caskets, as it leaves a bitter taurine taste. You really need to sample something from a colonial era cemetary where plain wood engorges the flesh. mMm, I can taste it now. My mouth is watering. Of course, one would be amiss without the delicate sounds of Carcass blaring as you feast on your ancestors. No cemetary feast is complete without this classic metal song especially. Dont forget to complement your cuisine with a pitcher of blood as cemetaries each have a BYOB policy. Happy eatings.
You're weird, man.
I already ate a dead body. But the pig was killed in the butchery