Putritorium

Welcome to my Paradise.... The fetid Putritorium. Where autopsied cadavers are left to rot. Tons of Decomposed Flesh. rotting in this inferno. The Fragrance of the Dead infests the air.

Putrescent Necromorphism

The purulent epitaph sulpted in neoplasm. Sores of the cadaver carved without qualm. Multicystic innards suppurate. Putrefaction makes your stinky fate.

Psychotic Delirium

Ultraviolent psychopath -affective disorder. Misanthropic - "I'm dead to the world". Forensic informs reveal necrophilic habits. Raped, devoured and humiliated and then left to rot.

Pernicious Dyseptic Inoculation

Virulent contamination injected in your veins. Sympthomatology is evident. Mordicant contagion of the sanguineous cruor. Pathogenesis out break. Arthritic members swell as your body shivers.

Oozing Molten Gristle

Putrefied to the bone. Necrobiosis undergone. Hypostasis stains your back. Livor mortis is turning black. . Oozing cavities - foul necrosis of the skin.

Obnoxious (surgeon Of The Dead)

I am obnoxious. Surgeon of the dead. Demented doctor. Forensic eminence. Postmortem raptor. Plunder in the tombs. With nauseous intentions. Dead bodies I exhume.

Nekromantik (prelude) / Uncontrollable Proliferation Of Neoplasm

Propagating, multiplying, tumours grow. Into pustulous cavities neoplasm breeds. Propagating, multiplying, tumours grow. Ulcerating, multiplying, tumours grow.

Necrotic Garbage

I'm Fucking tired of making dissections. I reek of shit and putrefaction. Many hours among decay. I'll work no more for today. . ...Sick gory mess. Necrotic Garbage.

The Northwinds Blow

My love is gone across the ocean. Sailed away across the sea. We made a vow said we'll make it somehow. I guess it wasn't meant to be. . The northwinds blow time passes by so slow.

Mortuary Riot

Panic in the Hospital. Clinical Disorder. Carnage in the Mourning room. The Morgue was spoiled. Vile Attack. Gruesome deeds. Postmortem Havoc. Ransacked Stiffs.

Midnight Mortician

Years have passed but I can't forget. Mortified by Loathing Visions. Psychotic nightmares in my head. What I saw became my obsession. . Exhumed in the dark.

Sweet Tender Sofie

Sweet tender Sofie. Tell me what you're doing to me. I hear your voice clear and loud. I see your face in every cloud. . Is there anything I can do to get through to you.

Mangled Surgical Epitaph

Foul stench corrupts the air - Necrotomy is over. (the) Morgue seems a battlefield full of dissected corpses. . Sculptures of decay. Slaughtered remains.

Sundown

Sundown hurry on my way. Sundown please come back and stay. Sundown satisfy my need. Sundown set me free. . Spare my weary eyes. From the blinding lights.

Intravenous Molestation Of Obstructionist Arteries (o-pus Iv)

Remember

Remember us when you hear this song in a hundred years or more. Just think of us as we think about you and you'll see that we're not gone. . Smile with us and we'll sing for you.

Intravenous Molestation Of Obstrcutionist Arteries (o-pus)

Arterial obscurity putrid in my veins. Bloody bubbles... Obstructionist. As unusual occurence bursting in my swamped veins. My arteries... full of evil grease.

Incinerator Of Cadaveric Leftovers

Mutilated body parts autopsied human pieces. Portions of sectioned bowels full of fetid feces. Septic wastes from the morgue must be eliminated. Piles of putrefying remains will be incinerated.

Questions

Do you believe in antichrist do you believe in God. Do you consider your pen as your sword or do you require blood. Is love always for sale is money the tie that binds.

In The Name Of Sanity

far beyond the bounds of the medical profession. where lunatic inmates are the victims of the sane. When illness is health, medicine becomes perversion.