Тексты песен «Carcass»

Numbing torturous troubadours Of this melodious dirge Ostentatious triumphalism Impressarios of despair Virtuosos of the visceral Artisans of the morgue Wretched morbid euphemisms Orating grisly tongue This is the way...

Chomping and splicing, your gums sliced to shreds Tattered bloody ribbons, incisored skin is shred Scraping on sore teeth, cracking and chipping Shredding and mincing raw nerve endings Salivating - sanguis, phlegm,...

Чавкающие и сращивающиеся, твои челюсти разрезаны на клочки Изодранные кровавые ленты, разрезанная кожа облезла Перемалываемая воспаленными зубами, раскалывающимися и расщепляющимися Нарезаны и нарублены ободранные...

(Music: Steer) (Lyrics: Walker) (Lead: Gutted, hashed and deboned by W.G. Steer) (Lead: Prepared on the slab by M. Amott) In caustic butchery I parent my dominion In the food chain I create the missing link Cold...

(Music: Steer, Regadas) (Lyrics: Walker) Don't want your number Don't want your name Don't want your colour... Don't want your politics Don't want your cause Don't believe what you believe Don't want to wear...

(Music: Steer, Regadas) (Lyrics: Walker) Don't want your number Don't want your name Don't want your colour... Don't want your politics Don't want your cause Don't believe what you believe Don't want to wear your emblem...

Effervescing entrails corroding after years The stench of the canker brings me no tears Festering tumours of cancerous decay Gnawed and chewed by maggots with malicious hate I like to slide my hand inside your stomach...

Пенящиеся внутренности разъедаемые годами Зловоние язв не вызывает у меня слёз Гноящиеся опухоли злокачественного распада сгрызены И пережёваны личинками со злонамеренной ненавистью Я люблю двигать мою руку внутри...

Sanguinary disinterment Necrobiotic rash Gnawing, throbbing anguish The gullet is now mashed Pungent excruciation Flesh mummified by lice Amputated contusion Help yourself to a slice... Contamination.....

Кровавая эксгумация Сыпь некробиоза Грызущая, пульсирующая мука Пищевод теперь расплющен Острые мучения Плоть мумифицирована вшами Ампутированная контузия Помоги себе широким ножом ... Загрязнение... Удушение.....

The lingering scirrhus begins to harden As the insides fall prey to putrefaction Rotting tissue turns to mush and pulp As your mind is torn by encephalitis Your cavities rot with ulcers Your infected inflammations torn...

The lingering scirrhus begins to harden As the insides fall prey to putrefaction Rotting tissue turns to mush and pulp As your mind is torn by encephalitis Your cavities rot with ulcers Your infected inflammations torn...

The lingering scirrhus begins to harden As the insides fall prey to putrefaction Rotting tissue turns to mush and pulp As your mind is torn by encephalitis Your cavities rot with ulcers Your infected inflammations...

(Music: Walker) (Lyrics: Walker) Hands in another's pocket The bed they make Is not the one in which they lie The same old faces The same old establishment The same old lies Cross your 'x' It's your only voice Do as...

Snorting the stench of latent effluvium And maturing damp fumes This foul menage forces tears to your eyes As the corpse's gas are exhumed... Intoxicated by foul body odours And the nauseating tepid whiff Pinching your...

Coughing up a mixture Of mucus, phlegm and bile The sordid sight of burning flesh ...Your stomach is reviled Stew up your sanguined guts In your wooden box Septic vomit of chyme... ...Putrid offal... Regurgiated...

Выкашливающее смесь слизи, мокроты и желчи Противное горящее тело ... Твой живот изрыгается Выблёвываешь свои окровавившиеся кишки В своём гробу Заражённая рвота кишечных остатков ... ...Гнилые отбросы... Изрыгнутые...

(Music: Steer) (Lyrics: Walker) Don't claim to be a prophet Don't claim to read the stars But I can see a future Mapped out in scars Look to the skies Keep praying to your gods Your only salvation Will come in the shape...

Не утверждайте, что были пророком, не утверждайте, что читали по звездам. Но я могу видеть будущее, покрытое шрамами, смотря в небеса. Продолжайте молиться вашим богам, ваше единственное спасение примет форму бомбы...

Can you smell the rot? As opportunity knocks. The foul stench of success. This carcass in decay, Well past it's sell-by date. This time the fall comes before the pride. The chameleon's changed its shade, But...