SUBLIME CADAVERIC DECOMPOSITION LYRICS

1. Sabbath Nights (The Impure Reptile)

On sabbath nights
The paying lovers pluck the forbidden
Fruits ripe or green
The harem of sultanas
Fallen into disgrace

Sell indulgences and genuflections
The knight-errant sharpening his blade
Denude his temples to don
Enemy uniform

Uttering fetish prayers
Openly raise his sword against the queen

Swearing upon her altars
The impure reptile
Withering the rose

Guns are pointed
Bolts click back
Turn against the sorry
Birds of paradise

Condemned to impalement
It is crucifixion day
In a feather bed
Drenched in a white spray
The gold-brocaded whores

Retain only the nectar in the thorns
The impossible wedding in the seraglios
Of a satyr and a succubus

Rubbing together
Their pelvises as couples of snakes intertwined
For a quick jolt of vile flesh

The warrior shudder over the enemy he has just fetted

Bone-dry
The hangman's rope finally spewed forth its lactation
The dead pope's corpse excommunicates
His last angels
His infantry abdicates

The smoke of gunpowder still hung on the battlefield
The thoroughgoing whore
Gaine her stripes and being raised
To the rank of a brave
Canonizing her by a few
Thwacks across the backside
To die for
The brothel-hound sake
The smoke of gunpowder still hung on the battlefield

The bitches war to see sperm spurt
Spattered with fuck
Ashamed of nothing
For gold being thicker than cum

These worn-out sluts were women long ago
Let us love them
They still have souls

2. The Day They Dissect Me

The day they dissect me they will see
My secret brand
And find a remote control
Germinating its roots in my brain

I feel the tapeworm growing alive in my head
The agitated inhabitants of connected devices are knocking at my skull

I take a holiday from reality
Beyond the sphere of my body
To pace my heartbeats
And make pleasant dreams

The telescreens bruise my ears and erase my eyes
Shedding their blessings upon my mind
The perfect digital video viewing
Hammering nails into my coffin

The day they dissect me they will see
My secret brand
And find a bottle of beer
Germinating its roots in my brain

I feel the tapeworm growing alive in my head
The awful creature gorged with ale in knocking at my skull

I take a holiday from reality
Beyond the sphere of my body
To pace my heartbeats
And make pleasant dreams

Generous athlete still giving good fights
Beneath the standards of the bacchanals
I drink to the delights of backsliding
Hammering nails into my coffin

I plug and play
My addictions by perfusion
I plug and play

Bayonet the wounded
And shot on the spot
Kill me a thousand times over
I can't conceal my wounds
Knowing the hollowness of the idol

I can't denounce the cult
The venom is flowing in my veins
Bashing my mind

Bayonet the wounded
And shot on the spot
Kill me a thousand times over
I can't conceal my wounds

But I die
Pistol in hand

3. Apostate Angels (Ritual And Taboo)

Everywhere the ritual and taboo
Confronting the shadow maws
Hidden nature had left their traces
The skin was mottled

Red and white
The skin was mottled
Red and white

Unconscious fantasies completely revise
Our motions of what our poor bodies can endure
Rediscovery of lost primordial images
To penetrate the underside of life
And to bow to the common consensus of the traditions of primitive man
Just emerged from primate stage on the throne of the abomination

Red and white
The skin was mottled
Red and white

Everyone has his assigned role
No one had a choice
Two parts of the same whole
Victims as well as executioners
Body writhed, smuggled against each other

Skin against skin
The mask is stripped off
Slave of the one and master of all

Determine your emotional make-up
If you would say audibly all you had done in thought
But when the despotic prince ceases to uplift his arm
It is fear added to fear
The steps of the temple of virtue are flooded with blood

Perverse lusts of the apostate angels
Perverse lusts of the apostate angels

Everyone has his assigned role
No one had a choice
Two parts of the same whole
Victims as well as executioners
Body writhed, smuggled against each other

Skin against skin
The mask is stripped off
Slave of the one and master of all

Determine your emotional make-up
If you would say audibly all you had done in thought

Perverse lusts of the apostate angels
Perverse lusts of the apostate angels

4. Grumbling Hive

The confusion of the human waves
In their nest
Of perfect happiness
Living their lives, they must not flinch
As decent
Ordinary citizens

In a complex world
Still crowded with life
The stake we play for is life and death
In the barely audible
Sound of the grumbling hive
Following the road generally taken

His place is established
He's down, he's beat
Irrevocably doomed
He's just harmless vermin
Feasting upon misery
Look on his delusions

Homeless among
The carrion and vultures
His future is not bright
Poverty
In the midst of plenty
It is not clear what his live serves

As stupid as all that preceded
And as all subsequent
He is a ghost haunting the streets
Phantasm sticking into the skin
Of the city with no return
For he can't be
Patched up to serve again
No one asked
Anyone's consent
Since everyone was
Interchangeable

Beggars and cripples, lousy and neglected
Forgot what it's like being anything else

Twin after twin their self-satisfied faces
Will always be there to be stamped upon

The alms for the souls
In purgatory

You don't want to be caught and tamed
But tugging at your leash, you kick the bucket

Beg for your passport to the grave

The alms for the souls
In purgatory

All is empty
All is alike
And all has been

And no one can change
This general trend

From the cradle to the trench
Scum born and raised, you were there to peg out anyway

You don't want to be caught and tamed
But tugging at your leash, you kick the bucket

The alms for the souls
In purgatory

All is empty
All is alike
And all has been

And no one can change
This general trend

5. Medico-Legal Psalmody (Human Reef)

At the last audit
Whence we draw
Our sum of guilt

In blood-red letters
In the purlieus
Of the deep

The forensic examine
That parts
That man conceals

And disembowel us
Until all the blood
Had drained
From the victim

Our entrails are spilled out of
Our leathern and bones

The silver sickle doing
The honors of the house

The skill of the doctors
When the curtain fell on the last act

The organic symphony stopped
On the scene of the crime

The scalpel scraping
Carve a furrow broad in our flesh

Marking the last signet
The medico-legal psalmody began

We said our last farewells
Our career is done

And we sink back into
The bowels of the world

The horde of desperate men
Become completely cut off

From his environment
Living there very quietly

In their glass coffins
In a self perpetuating
World of illusion
While they are awaiting
Their turn to crumble
Into their native dust

Empty words promised impossibilities
And performed nothing

Engendered by the fear of some
And the ignorance of all

But everything perish
Including us

The rain drenches our bones

To the sound of the trumpet of the angel of death

At the last audit
Whence we draw
Our sum of guilt

In blood-red letters
In the purlieus
Of the deep

The forensic examine
That parts
That man conceals

And disembowel us
Until all the blood
Had drained
From the victim

Our entrails are spilled out of
Our leathern and bones

The silver sickle doing
The honors of the house

The skill of the doctors
When the curtain fell on the last act

The organic symphony stopped
On the scene of the crime

The scalpel scraping
Carve a furrow broad in our flesh

Marking the last Signet
The medico-legal psalmody began

We said our last farewells
Our career is done

And we sink back into
The bowels of the world

As it was in the beginning
Is now and ever shall be
World without end
A cosmic view of humanity
From a dying sun
Torn to shreds by time
Despite the innumerable hosts
Of lives that had gone to build

This human reef

A desperate attempt
To escape
From the chase of time
But the death

Of the human race
Is at hand

6. Spark Of Being

Creating a life
Infusing
A spark of being

Into the world as a
Self-inflicted wound

And feel the duties

Of a creator towards
His creature
This monstrous
Image of myself

You are now to me
Flesh of my flesh

I ardently
Wished to extinguish

That life
Which I had bestowed

I still prefer
Emptiness
And the sterility

Creating a life
Infusing
A spark of being

Into the world as a
Self-inflicted wound

And feel the duties

Of a creator towards
His creature
This image of myself

You are now to me
Flesh of my flesh

I ardently
Wished to extinguish

That life
Which I had bestowed

I still prefer
Emptiness
And the sterility

Unto my children
I will make amends
For being their father

And unto all the future
For this present-day

That insanely arrogant
Right to bring someone
In this slaughterhouse

The world is not progressing
But is twisted in pain
Everywhere
Finger on the trigger

There is no
Action of man
In this life that
Is not the beginning

Of an unpredictable
Chain of consequences

The crushing loss
Of cherished illusions
Through the contradiction
Of expectations
Of reality

There is no
Action of man
In this life that
Is not the beginning

Of an unpredictable
Chain of consequences

The crushing loss
Of cherished illusions
Through the contradiction
Of expectations
Of reality

Unto my children
I will make amends
For being their father

And unto all the future
For this present-day

That insanely arrogant
Right to bring someone
In this slaughterhouse

The world is not progressing
But is twisted in pain
Everywhere
Finger on the trigger

Not for the world
Not for heaven or hell
But to spare my offspring

7. Maggots Feed On Carrion

Overtaken by death
Freed from earthly bonds
Upon lifeless matter
The maggots feed on carrion

Yet somewhere hours
Continue to flow
The legacy hunters
Sway their blind heads to and fro

The stupid farce is over
Awaiting the order
To up anchor and sail
Into unknown waters

That engulfs the drowned
And steals away their breath
The air that for them
Had ceased to exist

Before the rigor mortis
On the wrong side of the grass

Behind each face of flesh and blood
Beneath the smiles
There are corpses waiting
To be sent back to the ground

Beauties badly injured
In the autumn of life
Had become food for the worm
Everything mature want to die

Before the rigor mortis
On the wrong side of the grass

Dispatched
Into the next world
All are confounded in the grave

Reciting
The prayer for the dead
The oaths of fidelity
Upon the deathbed

The body deprived of life
Which, from being the seat
Of strength and beauty
Had start its final dissolution

A man have died
His pulse had ceased to beat
And worms have eat him
But not for love

Dispatched
Into the next world
All are confounded in the grave

Reciting
The prayer for the dead
The oaths of fidelity
Upon the deathbed

Nothing dies or is lost
But just await
Dissolution to reappear
Immediately under new forms

And all is for the best
In the best of all
Possible putrid worlds
Provided we will let well alone

Learn… to renounce… the world… for all is vanity

We are not going to exist forever
Man have no pre-eminence above the beasts
Waiting for our inevitable disappearance
The curse of mortality concluded by a feast

Learn… to renounce… the world… for all is vanity

We are not going to exist forever
Man have no pre-eminence above the beasts
Waiting for our inevitable disappearance
The curse of mortality concluded by a feast

Vanquished life gaze upon
Night-watchmen and grave-guardians
The parasites regard themselves
As the sovereigns of their host

The man is meaningless
At half-open doors of charnel-house
The life's last sleep
On this side of the grass

8. Ruddy Sleep (The Remains)

Too messed up
To have a useful life
Medicalized selection
Has been asked for

Rendering the useless
Superfluous
The remains will be
Swept out
Of existence

Nothing ever dies
Except what is born
In the end
The only
Thing that counts

Is what was
And not what
Could have been

Caught in the trap of the mother's womb
Imprisoned in its dead cocoon
Inside this cage of skin and bone

Her whole body wanted to
Vomit this useless life

Caught in the trap of the mother's womb
Imprisoned in its dead cocoon
Inside this cage of skin and bone

Left at the gates of existence
Only entered
In order to leave it

The human species were not so precious

One had to preserve it down
To its last vile portion

It ain't no murder killing beast like that
Staying alive has to be earned

9. The Spoils Of The Battle

All the livid steeds of the apocalypse
Cast humanity into the bottomless pit
Torrents of blood must overspread the earth
Dreams of battle and heroism spreading as a living organism

War-horses breed on the borders
It's write upon the sun in letters of fire
The sounds are in the air heard as they were voices
The psychopathic dreams of repressed wishes

The hallucinations evolves without being changed
Over the piled-up corpses the spoils of the battle
Destined for a crown of eternal glory
Look at the bare face of death and accept the abyss of inner loneliness

Dreams of battle and heroism spreading as a living organism
War-horses breed on the borders
It's write upon the sun in letters of fire
The sounds are in the air heard as they were voices
The psychopathic dreams of repressed wishes

Flags and streamers waved upon this charnel ground
Death had done its work

A world-empire subdue the world
And the soldiers spoke their word
The kingdoms rise and fall
The kingdoms rise and fall

The grass grows thick on the graves of the defeated
And no one holds the victor to account
The victor to account

In these fantasies of mass mortality
Life seemed banished
Nine grams in the back of their head
Birth is indebted to death
And nothing has importance
It mixed blood with all colours
Under the sword of the conqueror

A world-empire subdue the world
And the soldiers spoke their word
The kingdoms rise and fall
The kingdoms rise and fall

The grass grows thick on the graves of the defeated
And no one holds the victor to account
The victor to account

In these fantasies of mass mortality
Life seemed banished
Nine grams in the back of their head
Birth is indebted to death
And nothing has importance
It mixed blood with all colours
Under the sword of the conqueror

10. The Torture Chamber

Once more

The prince who rule the world retrogressing
To cave-dweller times
Everywhere there is nothing
But torture and murders
Butchers take care of the butchering
Loose the illusion
Of a fucking millennium of peace
And once more

Each new day expecting things
Worse than the day before
The blood is flowing
And there is no end
To the mourning
You can never comprehend
The bounds of a human being

What millennium is it out of doors?
Dead the dead, out of sheer hatred for life

Could not it be even worse?
The stench from
The torture chamber

What millennium is it, out of doors?
The stench from
The torture chamber

By the implacable laws
Of warrior tribes

Earthly lords, as well as heavenly gods
In the midst of the dissecting room
Order the dreadful customs, and
Sadistic deviations

To assail the earth
Snatch it out of the universe
Make a general darkness

Turn this globe into a second sun
Set fire to the world
By celestial rays

Everything deserve to perish
Make a crystalline planet
Cleansed of all life

But let hell exists
It would be too unfair
If there were no

The prince who rule the world retrogressing
To cave-dweller times
Everywhere there is nothing
But torture and murders
Butchers take care of the butchering
Loose the illusion
Of a fucking millennium of peace
And once more

Each new day expecting things
Worse than the day before
The blood is flowing
And there is no end
To the mourning
You can never comprehend
The bounds of a human being

To assail the earth
Snatch it out of the universe
Make a general darkness

Turn this globe into a second sun
Set fire to the world
By celestial rays

Everything deserve to perish
Make a crystalline planet
Cleansed of all life

But let hell exists
It would be too unfair
If there were no

11. Under The Caterpillar Tracks

They could have
Lived quietly
They all looked alike

They were a dirty mass
Stinking
Undifferentiated

They're screwed
And they know it

Soldiers among soldiers
Life had never
Seemed less real

The scythe of death
Plant his scepter
Upon a hill of corpses

The devil was
Hunting bipeds

Clenching his claws
To smell out blood

And blood repairs nothing

The sun was setting
In an orgy of gore
Inflexible routine
Of barracks
Life

The scythe of death
Plant his scepter
Upon a hill of corpses

The devil was
Hunting bipeds

Clenching his claws
To smell out blood

And blood repairs nothing

The sun was setting
In an orgy of gore
Inflexible routine
Of barracks
Life

The ground is burning
And they don't understand anything but blows

Crushed under the caterpillar tracks
Condemned to be flayed alive
And they saw the reflected image
Of their collective hysteria

Trapped in their illusion of freedom

They were leaving the cold bodies
In search of new hosts
Their true nature has being revealed
Madness to vegetate a few more instants

Right into the
Sanctuary of the dead

It's the law of our life
The permanent war against all

Crushed under the caterpillar tracks
Condemned to be flayed alive
And they saw the reflected image
Of their collective hysteria

12. Raping Angels In Hell

The dancing master
Pursue his studies in hell
Each squad adopt the tribunal of the Inquisition

As naked
Champions
Smeared with
Slippery oil
Every diabolical group and sect
Sleep with Beelzebub

Breaking with a loud snap
The hasp of the chastity belts

To unfold the fresh leaves
With our powerful stems

Skin splits, blood pours
Pierced by our keen lances

Washing away the stains
They carried

Well-trained
In bodily exercise

The vile instructors
Of the seraphim

Swinging
In their hands

Their hunting-crops
Enlarges and grows red

While the cherubic packs

Swallowing in their jaws
The mouth of our guns

Spotted with trails of smoke

Then licking their chops
To catch every last drop

The groan from the victim
When the monarch opens fire without warning
The slime squirted
Into all
The bled dry orifices of their bodies

We don't fight by proxy
A legion of devils desire to sully

Gathered for the battle
Splashed with fresh blood

With the beast for witness
The task of raping angels in hell

Wallowed in infamy
We don’t give a damn

The palpitating nymphs
Round their sire

Lapping up the wax
On the feet of the tyrant

Their everlasting
Eccentric tortures

The universal
Lubricious postures

The demons melted
Into the lambs of God

Martyrizing the pious
Wanking their emperor

Horned outcasts
Shall crown at last the bloom

The sexual assault
Of the holy platoons

The nephilim turned against the motions of the heaven

Spoiling virgins exposed, they break their wings and bones

Dwell content in fire, going on the war-path
In the first circle, that surrounds the abyss

The penitent maidens repelled with cum shots
To be marked on the forehead with our new sap
The baptism of semen of their imperial head
The beloved child faces for protection raised

Back to the inferno the command of the armies
Molesting the blessed, serving their majesty
The incubus promise, the hallowed demise
The myriads of birds of pain troubling the air with cries

Impel me where
The devil
In silence
Rests







SUBLIME CADAVERIC DECOMPOSITION LYRICS