LORD GORE LYRICS

1. Intro

2. Morgue Whore

You'll never know what I've done. There's no witnesses.
Nothing can touch me here, it's my church.
Women and children they are my playthings,
worship their dead bodies, this is my church.

Incision begins below the second rib.
The flesh is so cold, the blade is thrust within.
Her organs removed; the smell it makes me sick,
and my dick gets so hard, it's in pain.

You become my fucktoy when the lights go out.
With scalpel in hand I take your insides out.
If you could only see the things that I've done...
If you were alive you might think this' fun.

Fucked her cunt; lubricated with her own cold blood.
I grab her hair and it comes out in clumps.
Face frozen in a mask of eternal bleak terror,
my madness has just begun...

Deep thrusts compress, expel the foul, dead air.
My nostrils inhale, my gag reflex takes hold.
Steaming puke sprays her face, fills her gaping dead mouth,
runs down her fucking neck.

Can't explain my elation as I fuck this piece of meat..
I think of her family and the kid I'll never meet.
Her bowels now empty on the filthy floor,
and I come inside my Morguewhore.

You become my fucktoy when the lights go out.
With scalpel in hand, I'll take your insides out.
If you could only see the things that I've done,
if you were alive you might think this' fun.

3. Krash Kourse In Psychopathology

Drunk on cadaver's reek...
a rotten climax is what I seek.
Earmark the incision...
for later erotic insertion.

The intestines pinned out so nice,
shit and blood lube up my vice.
Scalpel, clamps hold her tight,
I could fuck this gory mess all night

Drunk on cadaver's reek...
a rotten climax is what I seek.
Earmark the incision...
for later erotic insertion.

A hopeless necromantic...
slit it open and stick it in.
For what I lack in skill,
I make up for with gore, rot and swill.

A cut rate degree...
Psychopathology!
I tend to make a mess...
Psychopathologist!

For me malpractice makes perfect.
When I'm sick I'm at my best.
I've incised her and cut her open...
and she's waiting for me to molest.

Sloughing and rotting and smelling...
Cunninlingus with maggots and worms...
A professor of butchery,
a krash kourse in psychopathology.

I tend to make a mess...
Psychopathologist!
A cut rate degree...
Psychopathology!

Everybody thrash!

4. Rape Camp

We'll break down, your front door,
and take you from your children.
Your husband? He lies slaughtered.
We fucked his corpse, with all our knives.

Beaten, bloody whore...
Urine injected in pores...
Limbs dissected & shamed...
Your body defiled in our name.

To plant the seed of hate,
and waste your fucking race.
Whored out like all the rest,
a bruised and bloody mess.

Rape camp! Rape camp! Rape camp!
You're welcome inside our...
Rape camp! Rape camp! Rape camp!
Sodomy's the law inside the rape camp!

Rape camp! Rape camp! Rape camp!
Your body is abused inside the...
Rape camp! Rape camp! Rape camp!
You're nothing but a slut inside our rape camp!

Just one of many victims of hate...
We'll whore out your fucking race.

5. The Forgotten Flesh

Fuck you!!!!

Mangled, diseased & disfigured,
a shambling mass of forgotten flesh.
Twisted skin, & dry cracking sinew,
rancid, pustulent stench,
it's come back for revenge.

The discarded skin from a facelift,
rancid organs from a crimescene mess.
Rotted fat from a mass liposuction,
they have given birth to this hulk of disgust...

Steaming black cancerous entrails,
decayed, drilled, extracted teeth.
Murderous aborted infants, strike with gangrenous limbs,
cut from amputees.

A thousand eyes stare outward,
bloodshot, crazed and ablaze with hate.
Victims partially digested,
slick with hepatic bile, they shall assimilate

Writhing in the sewer filth.
They are the forgotten flesh,
pre-mutating
into one of many shapeless forms.

6. Last Supper (The Autophagous)

Rotting away, by myself in this cage.
I'm forgotten by time, I've lost track of how long it's been.
Guts churn with cramps, have not eaten for days.
Look upon my own flesh, with disgust as I salivate.

I've survived for days on my own shit, urine and blood.
Nothing left to consume.
There is no course of action left for me I fear.
Let the Final Supper begin.

Sickening pain, teeth tearing thru skin,
the crunching of fat, muscle, sinew now shredded meat.
This makes me sick, rancid gorge fills my throat,
but I swallow it down, mustn't waste this last meal.

Now frenzy has begun, masticating my own tongue,
I'm choking, laughing at my own futility.
Tear my scalp and wolf it down, hair tickling in my throat
causing me to gag and disgorge it painfully.

What next to eat? I grope between my thighs
and I scream as I rip at my own turgid appendage.
Ah but it's sweet! The taste of bitter sperm;
my foul fetid reek, a bouquet for the banquet.

Fluids draining, vitals waning, frenzied in this hell sustaining
teeth red scything, maxillating, a feast of self mutilation.

Now for dessert, I'll extricate my eyes, pop them in my mouth
still attached to the nerves.
Bursting as I bite, my brain overloads.
The pain sends my body into shock and then I die.

Consumption... Be Done.

7. Involuntary Vaginal Vermin Slut

You defiled my trust, you whore!
Slut, betrayed after all that I've done.
Gave you everything and fucked your brains out.
Ate your snatch like a roastbeef sandwich.
Licked out your asshole and drank your breastmilk.

Heartless, adultress, you crumble underneath my fist.
Never wanted this, but bitch you forced my hand.
You wouldn't suck my dick, and now I understand.
Welcome home, to a world of pain.
Your life is over, your lover's gone fucking... insane.

Behold my instruments of torture,
the hideous vermin mass.
A writhing amalgam of insects,
fills your unfaithful snatch & ass.

Deep inside can you feel them?
As they scratch for a passage out.
Why should you scream to have them inside you
when everyone's fucked that cunt?

I can almost taste your pain.
Filled with hate you scream my name.
Spread your legs one final time
and scream out loud in vain.

Now cunt you will pay my price.
Wriggling sick torture device...
stomach bristling, bulging with my
filthy vermin vengeance.

Now your suffering is almost complete,
tearing the membrane as all of them meet.
Asshole and pussy are torn into one.
Cockroaches twitch and the spilled fluids run.

8. Post Coital Eruption

Flesh to flesh I embrace you,
and my heartbeat is quickened with lust.
The darkness obscures my true nature,
and my lesions of weeping white pus.
As my tongue now enters your vulva,
unholy transfer is begun.
Behold pathogenic corruption,
in the horrid rebirth of my young.

The womb is infected with life-giving sperm.
Urethral migration of writhing white worms.
The pustulent clam full of smegma continues to squirm...
Long after climax!

Churning, tearing, my essence within you is burning.
Raping, changing, reshaping your flesh as it likes.

The womb is infected with life-giving sperm.
Urethral migration of writhing white worms.
Oh how this pustulent clam full of smegma will squirm...
Long after climax!
As I bite at her face and my seed burns her skin,
the putrid gestation is coiling within.
Behold the sickening creation of rancid disease...
I spit from my loins!

Feeding them while you suffer...
as your flesh they convert into fuel.
Tearful gaze on the fruits of your pleasure,
you will not be the last of my whores!

9. Nekro-Erotik Art

Midnight, through the graveyard sky
Searching for fresh corpses
I’ll add to my collection.

Upon you I stumble
Wandering the night
Heels, bones and blood
Let me show you my collection.

Let’s go!

Enter my domain
You’ll become my slave
On my sick Nekro-Erotic Art
Hatred you disgust.

Nekro-Erotic Art.

Hidden in a pool of decay
Rotting corpses and severed heads
All the bodies that I have exhumed
Decorating the walls of my room.

You scream as my paint fucks her cunt.

House full of corpses
Nekro-Erotic Art dead whore.
The blood shall finish my masterpiece
The flesh shall be my palette.

10. Zombie Molestation (Raped By The Dead)

Raped by the dead, bent over at the grave,
I attack from behind, and you drop your precious roses.
Your warmth rouses me, the hunger burns within
and I laugh at your screams as I tear away your clothing.

Man, Woman, means nothing to me,
I violate their holes, rape the living equally.
When the act's completed, I spill my stinking goo
and as I pull away my rotting cock breaks off in you.

Masticated intestines, are a savory gruel to slather my tool,
slick with smegmatic gravy, I dump my fuck into you.
Your screams to me are of pleasure as I hammer your gash, your ulcerous ass
Ahh!! the heat of your shit is so sweet on the shaft of my rotten dick!

Screams! We Breed! The bitch is oozing with seed
The orgy will not stop, until every corpse has ravaged your twat
We are many and writhing with lust, hate and reek of disgust
Every hole will be torn, battered and dripping with fluids before we are
done.

We are going to hurt you. We are going to fuck you.
We are going to eat you, while you're still alive.
We will sodomize you, tear the insides from you.
We will fuck your ruptured flesh, as you beg to die.

Untold millennia of breeding, a most hideous evolution.
New forms of life after death, and a lust that can never be killed.
We rise from mouldering graves, to beat, to rape and devour you.
Our need can never be sated. Your flesh can never endure our love.

11. Lord Gore

Raise my banner drenched in blood,
as I hold my hammer high.
Smash it down, splitting your skull,
as I ravage all life across the land.

No one, shall endure my wrath.
Feasting, upon the flesh I lack.
Fetish, for the dead I've raped,
todesking supreme, harvester of hate.

Rapist of the weak,
necro-ubermensch arise.
Witness massive piles of bodies, burning bright.
Hate-fucked, I thrust as I punch,
So you writhe in agony,
Lord Gore, the sickness of all mankind.







LORD GORE LYRICS