Тексты песен «Gorerotted»

A lurking street urchin by the dday, whose conning ways offer a lowly wage So when night falls to the church I turn, to see what treasures I can earn I take my shovel and I take my sack, to see what I can bring me back...

A sultry, wicked femme fatale with blotchy skin all pale and sweet, A sickly facial glow with holes and gaps dotted along her rotten teeth Hair drawn up high pulling back her face, her arms reach out to grab for me...

We are an odd couple who live in a flat Taking home partners who leave in sacks She uses a cleaver, I use a saw Saving their faces, their heads are in store Bed them, Behead them Bed them, Behead them Bed 'em, Behead...

See through cling film wraps her up tigth Motionless sections no longer able to fight My doting wife I tried to please her So I hacked her up and her in the freezer I wouldn't let her leave me so she tried to strike out...

Emaciated stiff Nauseating tepid whiff Putrefaction dank in smells Intoxicating infestation But most of all, Putrefaction Aroma of rot, house of necropsy Tortured, tormented, wriggling corpse Emaciated stiff, Rotting...

Hide my face, my geatures of pain Is there any point of having a name I stare in front, I see only red As I lay here upon my death bed Cut, gut, beaten, eaten The cannibals feast upon my innards Using bark to eat...

Got me dead drunk Shaking, sweating, smelling death Ethanol venom on my breath Wake up each day to feel this pain Looks like I"ve done the bad thing again God I loved that girl next door But she got me spilling on the...

Go forth and multily society gains and you"re sentenced to die Blinded by lies, savage disdain and the fallen arise Beneath the fabric loyalist games and sadistic tactic Spellbind my eyes, the truth becomes mine, now...

Bent across the wall, held she cannot budge With the broken bottle in my hand I cut her arse like fudge Blood pours on my shirt, the wench begins to whine As violent pain and agony tickles up her spine He laughs and...

A helpless bastard beginning to choke Gag him with muslin whilst holding her throat Hodling them tightly, whist they get tied with rope Producing a knife and then slitting their throats I gagged her with muslin I slit...

A helpless bastard beginning to choke Gag him with muslin whilst holding her throat Hodling them tightly, whist they get tied with rope Producing a knife and then slitting their throats I gagged her with muslin I slit...

The Specimen lies there on the stone Fluids bubbling from his nose Tongue protruding from his mouth Eyes all swollen popping out Slice him open across his throat Cut through muscle tissue and bone Crimson blood spills...

Hacksore cutting through my veins Drill bits drilling in my brain Buckled down with tightening chain The slow excruciating pain Hooked chains cutting human flesh Where's my Hacksaw? Face Covered up with mess Where's my...

Torture now follows my name Amputation and killing becomes a game Pain and agony is what they feel As I slip them the drug that heals Removing and decapitating these pathetic bits From what was once a healthy bitch...

Bound and gaggd in a black pot Seared and flavoured with herbs and salt Marinated slowly in a secret sauce Roasted and served as sumptuous course They dribble and drool as I try and get loose Stewing slowly in my own...

The flesh attack my feet and legs Eating the muscle through my veins Attacking my senses -no time to think Carving through muscle -no time to blink Chewing, chomping my flesh away Swimming around my moving feet, The...

Only tools and corpses in an easy game I find live people and I play with them I love a scaloel or a stitch or too And the way they cry as the needles pulled through I love operations and the beautiful stench Dissected...

I had to kill him, I had no help I put him in jars upon the shelf I chopped you up in little bits Put you in a concrete mix I licked my lips as I began to flick The bloody chunks - I feel so sick They made a plop as the...

Trading pieces from a suitcase on a bench Customers turned on by the horrific stench Packages, boxes, filled with bits Tightly packed jars with lids A torso a fiver, heads are ten Severed, sawn bodies which once were...

Tightly tied to a wooden bed Twisted thoughts run through my head A sharpened blade, I push it in Red blood quickly covers my skin I feel the orgasm's climax mount Blood and Cum mix on the ground Aborted butcherer, I...