[musick & lyrixxx - Matt Harvey, 1998]
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From deep in the vault comes the sound of flesh cleaving, Limbs are sawed off
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as mourners are bereaving, Sarcophagi splattered with offal and bile, Tripe
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drips down the walls of this crypt now defiled... Sepulchural slaughter... I
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slaughter my meal with sublime expertise, A mad butcher quite adept at my
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trade, Organs ground to pulp, to serve, chew and gulp, Now on my block your
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head is laid, Slaughtering the deadstock I chop, Fromaldehyde oozes on the
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floor, Mangled limbs are hacked ¡±til they drop Leaving nothing but pure rotten
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gore... The blade is sawing the flesh that's for gnawing, Tender morsels of
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this human entre', The saw that is slicing my meal so enticing, Is a tool that
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I've used to slay... The crumbling casket now conatins, Just graven gore and
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splattered remains, Intestines strewn throughout the site, A grisly massacre,
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the last fucking rite... Sepulchural slaughter...
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Sepulchral Slaughter
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