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, it's flesh is my flesh; together we are one.
I bathe in blood and post mortal secretions, together we are one...
[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, it's flesh is my flesh; together we are one. I bathe in blood and post mortal secretions, together we are one... Explain Request ×
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