Carcass Flesh Ripping Sonic Torment (demo) 1. Genital Grinder 2. Regurgitation of Giblets Coughing up a mixture Of mucus, phlegm and bile The sordid sight of burning flesh ...Your stomach is reviled Spew up your sanguined guts In your wooden box Septic vomit of chyme... ...Putrid offal... Regurgitated giblets Blocked in your oesophagus Eaten by the maggots Trapped in your sarcophagus 3. Festerday Tear out your intestines Cut your liver into two Throttle your heart Till it's swollen and blue Puncture your flesh Skewer your eyes Leave you to fester Then eat you alive 4. Limb from Limb Limb from limb Curled glands Hacked giblets Stumps for hands Limb from bloody limb Ruptured spleen Rancid loin Shattered ribs Splattered groin Limb from bloody limb Retching pus Dissect and slash Limb from limb Stenching gash 5. Rotten to the Gore 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 Your gizzards eaten by incursive decay You're infernally rotten to the gore... Juices digested from each pus-swollen pore Insatiable hunger as I feast on the gore Nothing gives me greater pleasure Than a bowl full of chyme Maggot infested kidneys Are what I choose every time The smell of plaguing infection Is nauseatingly emetic Prolonged spumescence of stale pus Stinks like hot, putrid vomit Your body is indurate The insides are black as tar Your innards gnawed by septic hate Now a mass of empyaema Your blood is caked Dried and inconsistent Your bloody rotten gore Is now vitrescent 6. Excreted Alive Eaten alive Munched into pulp Premature necropsy Comes closer with each gulp Brain not fully dead Decrepit splattered libs Mass ensanguined spasms Excretion now begins... (Note: The demo version did not feature the third verse.) 7. Malignant Defecation Dried, rotting, flaking, rancid flesh Crumbling tissue - nothing left Cancerous, mouldy, septic infestation Smouldering decay of defecation Your bowels now play host to pestilent decay Waiting dormantly, it knows you're easy prey See the corpse, smell the rot Rigor mortis sets in like a frost Lacerated arteries, entrails in a mess The dry, stale smell of long rotted flesh See the corpse, smell the warmth As its cold, grey insides fester and burn The guts may melt, but the torso remains As the jellified innards turn into methane [Finale:] ultimate excretion of rabid globular neoplasm 8. Fermenting Innards Your pulverized torso languishes in its pool of pus Minced, cancerous viscera - gore seeps from the guts My fetid fetish is to excavate the moulding rot I drool my gastric juices as I chomp on you blood-clots Fermenting innards, bubbling with rot Alcoholic pus, dissolves the wooden box I gouge into the chest's cavity to rip out the intestines Slivering soft entrails to release the foaming secretions I suck up the concoction and eat the decay With cankered disgorgement I excrete my gurgling prey Bile, chyme and blood in the offal effervesce I eviscerate the bowels and drink the clotted cess 9. Necro-Cannibal Bloodfeast Bodies dismembered, corpses desecrated Carcasses liquidized and minced with hatred Brains are splattered, strewn limbs and heads Blood has been spurted as the arteries were shredded Eyes have been impaled, flayed skin in strips Intestines and guts from the body have been ripped Stench of sweet blood, bones have been crunched Festering gore is eaten for lunch Mutilated organs, the meat-cleaver is raised Falls to mash the head and rip up the face Throats slit with vengeance, flesh stripped to the bone Your death is terrible, painful and slow 10. Psychopathologist 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 And rip out the putrid remains, Drink the pus and munch on the internal organs Until all the casket is drained. It's fun being a pathologist - slicing up corpses Especially when they have just been exhumed, I like doing autopsies on festering carcasses - I get high sniffing on all the fumes [Solo: Inquisitive Brutality] The sound of rancid juices sloshing around your coffin The mould and the gore remind me of that you're rotting Congealed blood clotted around both sets of veins The beautiful colour of your decomposing brain 11. Die in Pain Die in pain! 12. Pungent Excruciation 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... Strangulation... Mutilation... Gangrenous abscesses Paralysis sets in More carnage and bloodshed And the reek of molten skin Frenzied detruncation Dispeptic, charred and black Terminal putrescence Psychotics carve and hack Osteoporous enzymes release deadly secretions As the clotted parasites devour the excretion Emanation, suppuration - blood starts to gush My nocturnal dysentry is unleashed on this mush 13. Face Meltaaargh Body on fire, carcass burning hot Flesh green with cancerous putrid rot Face shredded, arms and legs grated Burns your face with evil hatred Face meltaaargh Mutilated organs, roasted on a spit He laughs as he makes you eat your own shit Blow-torch sears the skull to melt your boiling brain He'll rearrange your face structure So you look like Michael Caine!! Face meltaaargh Face meltaaargh!