Scrambled Defuncts - Amongst the Devastated Graves


I open the grave to free body locked inside 
To become one with, to feel it's cold insides 
Starting exhumation, my spade can't wait no more 
Soon I'll feel with my skin all the dead's sores 

And again the dead body starts feeding me 
I almost feel it asks me to leave it alone 
I'm unable to deprive myself of such a pleasure 
My hands're trembling vigurously with impatience 

The corpse is free and it can live it's life again 
But it's another kind of life-existence full of pain 
It's nothing but a helpless victim beside me 
It sets all my nastiest passions free 

Wildly slicing moveless body with my rusty blade 
Making way for my cruel hands to penetrate 
Leaving very deep scars I feel I can't stop 
Until the flesh will turn into the deformed slop 

Night silence devours all the sounds from the grave 
The pile of rotten meat became my silent slave 
My hands moving fast inside the tortured flesh 
Searching the pieces of innards I pulling it's outside 

Bowels lie around the grave mixed with soil 
I gather it in a heap, wash it in a pool of blood 
That rains from wounds of disfigured body 
And put it onto the sharp spires of a grave fence 

Possessed by thirst of destruction 
I smash the eyeless head 
Gather the crushed brains 
Into the ripped out bladder 

Ripped rotten flesh eclipse my mind 
I'm one with the dead in inhuman ecstasy 
Reaching the orgasm I tear the corpse apart 
Enraged, throw it back into the desecrated pit

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