WORMEATEN LYRICS

1. Intro

[Instrumental]

2. Crying Cadaverine

I remember their murder day,
I remember them asking for mercy
While they felt their cold blood
And I haven't been albe to forget
They were persecuted, cornereds and murdered next they were quartered, became flesh covered by rats.
They suffered in their flesh the unloading of horror, blood and reality.
I am only memories of lived deaths with a mind paralysed by the bloody sunrise,
to remember my past is to weep tears of cadaverine;
I will never stop to listen to their last screams,
because I live into my memories and the silence because
I am another victim of this quarterer world.
I see the bales, piercing their flesh, I am only memories,
I am only an internal torture.
Happiness doesn't exist to me just my desperated shouts exist, fucking world, I can only remember death and horror.

3. Dismembered Victims

Scenes of violence, brutal deaths,
blood and suffering
The bales get in victims' heads destroy the brains and melt the skin
Their amputated arms with unmerciful rifle gunshots
Their legs exterminated by the mines
Their opened chests, with removed organs
Their blood-mixed with carrion visceras are covering the floor.
Bloody barrels, goreality;
Brutality disfigured men repugnance and brutality in the children's eyes dismemberment in their minds.

DISMEMBERMENT

They are crying cadaverine, vomiting
worms and I have worms on my hands

4. Brutalized Innocence

Children - victims of horror, victims of pain, hunger and blood.
They were born to suffer and die, they see the corpses of their parents
And remember their atrocious deaths.
They cry on their parent's grave and remember tortuosly.
They were children from yesterday, they are victims today
Innocence yesterday, brutality now

Childhood - covered by blood, toys covered by corpses
Daylight covered by panic nights, life covered by suffering and rotten flesh
Arms killed their parents and their smile,
arms created red tears, graves, screams, pain and cold
Motherfuckers slaves of money and power!!!

You are the killers!!!
You are responsables of brutality
We hate you!!!
Children live among weapons and corruption, between war and hunger,
Between fear and desperation.
Their destroyed childhood, their brutalized innocence.
The victims and my tears, their corpses and my hate
Their graves and my torture
Their death and my sickness
Blood, pain, graves, weapons
Blood, pain,
Graves, weapons.

BRUTALIZED INNOCENCE.

5. Ground Human Flesh

The repugnant smell of the rotten flesh,
broken bones, melted skin,
blood spilling in the walls
Pale and cold faces of pain
brutalizeds, grounds without mercy
slowly quartered
The echo of their screams
the memory of their lives all their horror
and suffering torture me.
Ground human flesh
I still see the explosion of their blood
I still see them shouting by the pain
They are putrid flesh and the vultures eat their putrefaction
And worms enter to my mouth
Ground human flesh

6. Rusty Chains And Claustrophobia

Corpses and moans stuffed in four asphyxiating wall shouting without being listened to;
pleading for fresh air.
The eyes of their freedom only can see rusty chains.
In their fleshes there are pus and infections.
Locked up and hit - the rats begin to devour their fleshes.
Dirtiness begins to dry out their corpses covering them with repugnance.
Their injuries are filled by mud, their minds are flooded with panic.
Light doesn't exist to them, just the isolation and dirtiness.

Asphyxiated victims by the claustrophobia, pleading for their freedom.
Asphyxiated victims by the claustrophobia.

I hate this fucking reality.
I feel devoured by Worms of hate
I don't want to see more torture!
I don't want more insanity and shouts.
My mind will exploit in desperation.
Really I hate this bastard world

Asphyxiated victims by the claustrophobia, pleading for their freedom.
Intensive pain, claustrophobia, mud, rats and chains
Isolation, shouts, fear, insanity, asphyx.
Shouting without being listened to;
pleading for fresh air.

7. Intestinal Lacerations

INTESTINAL LACERATIONS.
My skinconsumed by putrefaction, my opened injury.
INTESTINAL LACERATIONS.
I feel a barbed wire torturing my stomach,
I have vomit in my face,
purulent tears in my eyes and green blood in my body,
this is my slow agony, hunger.
Rats are my food,
horror is my only memory,
suffering was my childhood,
hunger is my history,
death and torture are my destiny,
rats are my food, horror is my only memory,
suffering was my childhood.

I feel a barbed wire torturing my stomach
I have vomit in my face and purulent tears in my eyes.
My stomach is rancid flesh
And I'll die today
I feel a barbed wire torturing my stomach.

INTESTINAL LACERATIONS.

8. Internal Killer

Sometimes in my corrupted entrails
I fell something horrible and sickening
eat away me slow and tortuosly,
like an hyena eating carrion pulverize my pathetic felling sand exploit my ill brain
sending mywisdom to shit.
It's an instinct, an internal killer,
calls, scrams, eats away, the skin burns, rotten tumors break out in the body,
deep and painful wounds ridding my soul;
Please please don't help me.
Aberrations in my brain, murders in my hands,
My instinct delights itself while the resigned spirit crucifies itself
Sex and matter in my body,
blood and flow in my holy crucifix
My insane soul fights, but the laments and blood are my lifestyle
Never I'm gonna to tire of this sweet agony until your diaphanous

9. Wormeaten

A long time ago, death wishes are born
Now it's time to destroy them wishes of death,
Pleasure of blood, sick mind, total insanity
Absense of mercy, rotten fellings rotten brains
The voices say now it's easy they will be yours,
Rotten fellings rotten brains;
Now it's locked your wormeaten body, whip your skin,
Your rotten soul, tied extremities, your rotten flesh popped eyes
Your rotten mind spread the venom in their flood
They'll suffer slowly, add lethal poison wait and after enjoy,
They are rats they will die,
Bastards they will die, rubbish don't think more about it,
Kill, do it now; they are rats they will die
Bastards, they'll rest in peace rubbish don't think more about it
Kill, do it now, tied extremities, your rotten flesh popped eyes
Your rotten mind, fucking mother,
Terror and hate in their faces, in their bodies;
Fucking sinner
Thief of innocence, without soul beach mother







WORMEATEN LYRICS