BLOODSHED LYRICS

1. March Of The Undead

[Music: Vomitory Gorification, Arrangement: Darkhyrys, Lyrics: Mortifico]

2. All Shall Suffer

[Music and lyrics: Mortifico]

Extermination, death of the weak ones
A breath of zyklon, final katharsis
In blood and pain, all shall suffer
Raptured and tortured then killed and burn

Human worldwide eradication
Thrown to the fire, all shall suffer

Death of millions, depopulated
Glorious massacre
When I watch you die... I'll laugh

3. Terror From The Graves

[Music: Vomitory Gorification, lyrics: Mortifico]

Convulsive corpses break the coffins
The eyes rolled upwards, They have no conscience
The undead will walk to rip the flesh out
Impetuous death, your vision become tinged with blood

TERROR FROM THE GRAVES
TERROR FROM THE GRAVES

They're drooling over your flesh and your blood
Cause finally, you're nothing more
Torso devoured, The arms are ripped off
Blood-splattered flesh, The teeth penetrate
Your opened throat

Blood is spurting from the arteries
The terror comes from the graves

Rotting in a pool of blood
The undead's bread dwell in your heart
The undead rise, the undead march
The undead devour

...This isn't a nightmare, just open-wide your eyes...
Terror comes from the graves...

4. Embraced By The Macabre

[Music: Vomitory Gorification, Lyrics: Mortifico]

Into my cave they decompose, in putrid arome they disgorge
Hung by their guts, slowly they gut, drained in disgust
In my home where carrion rots, flesh floods walls with skulls and bones
I have ripped their scalp, their skin, like the others who surround me

As I sleep they stare me, they haunt my dreams then I need to kill
Warped in the macabre of a life with the dead unleashed from the rest

Into my cave they decompose, in putrid smell they disgorge
Hung by their guts, slowly they gut, drained in disgust
In my home where carrion rots, flesh floods walls with skulls and bones
I have ripped their scalp, their skin like the others who surround me

Death I breath to remain, I'm victim of my repulsions
Fated to coldness of death
I wander as I'm dead

5. Insane And Blood-splattered

[Music: Vomitory Gorification, Lyrics: Mortifico]

Tombs are roaring and break the silence
Tourmented souls ask me to deliver them
With the blood and the flesh and the prayers of the dead
Insanity turns to cold and harsh reality
With the blood and the flesh and the prayers of the dead

INSANE AND BLOOD-SPLATTERED
INSANE AND BLOOD-SPLATTERED

...INSANE....

6. Dahmer In Mind

[Music: Mortifico, Arrangements: Vomitory Gorification and Darkhyrys]

[Instrumental]

In memory of the madness and butchery. Up the dismembered torsos!!

7. Maggots Grinding Maggots

[Music and lyrics by Mortifico]

Conserved till rotenness
Till the maggots fill the flesh
And the brain turns
To rancid fermented mess

Pus runs from punctures
Inside oesophagus

Maggots crawl into the flesh
Now a tissus shapeless mass
Funeral in morbid place
With the remains of the dead

Rotting, by my infamy
Rotting, from flesh to putrid

Dried flesh sticks to bones
And the maggots (still) devour

Maggots infest guts and stomach, they ride back the trachea,
Lungs are almost wholly devoured, insatiable human eaters
As I taste this rotted flesh, maggots enter in my mouth
Bewitched in my dementia, maggots enter in my mouth

I lick the organic gelatine
Left by the insects

Rites of Torture
I delight in flesh and blood and
Putrefaction
Of your corpse... filled with maggots

Dried flesh sticks to bones
And the maggots still devour

Putrid mass of rotenness
Repugnant Human Mess
End in glory
For such a rotten meat

What remain of my son
Still dwell in utero
Maggots escape
From its eyes

A worms infested meat
Lay in front of me

8. Gorging On Blood And Secretions

[Music: Vomitory Gorification, Lyrics: Mortifico]

The corpse lay here, just near my bed
Not just dead but lacerated... and disembowelled.

Flies procreates now, coldness turns to mess.
A liquid runs from the eyes.
I delight in these secretions.
Pus mixed with blood.
I have to crush the cranium.
From corpse to corpse, the ritual is the same.
The blood is true, the blood is real, as real as the flesh I devour.
It makes me feel real.
The scalpel along the skin draws the mutilation.
Rancid organs, putrefying flesh, all removed from their place.
I burst the torso and gorge on blood, the flesh will rot with time.
In osmose with the corpse, its flesh is my flesh; together we are one.
I bathe in blood and post mortal secretions, together we are one...

9. Glory Of The March

[Music: Vomitory Gorification, Arraangement: Darkhyrys]

[Instrumental]







BLOODSHED LYRICS