Early at mourning I go to the morgue. I have my breakfast on a dismembered corpse. Dissecting its organs whistling as I work. Beholding my carnage, I delight on gore.
... If I can't have my food. I'll have her arteries. Devouring in love. Give me your blood. . My digestive sytem poisoned by sugar. Glucose is the mania, internal sweet collapse.
"..Pale skin shines in the darkness of the morgue. Deathlike atmosphere is filled with the stench of rot. Displeasant, repulsive and grim. Caught in the morbid attraction of the obscene.
Wired by the smell of death. As your end is drawing near. . He make yo cry he make you bleed. But you feel no fucking fear God won't wake you from your sleepBanished from life.
Dysenteric recrements retrained in your bowels. Disolving gastric mucose by fermenting rot. Collapsing colon dilating small intestine. Malodorous faecal mass corroded in sepsis.
Six feet down rot sets in. Putrefactive bacteria (Grows) under the marbled skin. Acid liqid liquids and enzimes are released. Self maceration by stale corpse fluids.
I'm dead... I feel so.... I'm shocked by horrible visions. A dream?... Delirium?. I'm trying to find any reason. . I'm in hell. I hear maggots swarm by my side.
The festering hepatic fibrosis. Swollen liver fermented day by day. septic Ichor smells like liquor. Vital organs in alcoholic decay. ...Bile not Wine.
Limb by limb... Cyst by cyst... Vein by vein. Intestines... Rotting tumours... Flesh to grind. Nerve by nerve... Piece by piece... Eye by eye. Mutilation... Self digestion... Suicide!!!.
Necrotic plasma in cellular decay. Rotting enzymes, autolysified remains. Fetid pyosis oozing thru the flesh. Brooding parasites, ebullition in the dead.
Surgical dissection. On nameless remains. Weird tools cut asunder. Exposed insides. . The nauseating stench. In the morgue. Is umbereable. . Icecold cadavers.
Hungry and exhausted. I need something to eat. but I won't eat a single. piece of rotting meat. I drink my own urine. and ingest my fetid excrements. My bowels are empty.
Midnight at the Cemetary. the Ghouls of Gore are back. Obnoxious and Corpsegrinder. look for some preys tonight. They tear apart the gravestone. Unearthing without care.
Here again ... on my cold mortuary slab. In my Anatomy theatre for the final act. At the medical scaffold ... I commence. My last clinical Opus of Revenge.
Ich war jung von Angst zerfressen. Als mich dieser Lichtstrahl traf. Hielt sie im Arm fast engelsgleich. Wie einst ein König der sich seiner Magd unterwarf.
Heathen warcry. I summon the strength of the gods. warcry!. my soul is free to become possessed. and new reward shall be given. as we ride. under the....
Do you sense the daemon that watches you. While you sleep in your bed. Do you feel the claw of my mental embrace. Ohh suffer my daemonwrath. The intense touch.
into the darkest forrest they go. dressed in black. dressed in coats. women of evil lust. . unholy congregation. . at the darkest hour. their torches they light.
Free my spirit from the flesh. free my soul from the mediocre state of mortality. I shall dance with the ravens that circle the sky. between dream and death through eternity.