Antropomorphia
Necromantic Love Songs
1. Crack The Casket
*Chorus:
Crack the casket
Get out the corpse - an take away
Rotten bowels - cook em up
Taste the decay
Digging in cacky mud
In surch for rot
Can't be stopped
Once the stench got up her nose
Almost cumming by the sight of the corpse
Lying in a pool of piss
Repeat Chorus*
Rotted meat a real treat
The taste so sweet
The hard and cold cock
That's in state of rot
She slices of
Emotions are getting high
Her face turns red
Can't control the eager
To fuck this dead
Severed cock for intercourse
Can't hold back this sickened lust
Masturbating with his guts
Sucking on his putrid cock
All overwhelmed with love
Climax, on this pile of gore
Which now isn't needed anymore
Bones she starts to smash
Shredding last flakes of flesh
2. The Carnal Pit
Entering the grave
To fuck the decayed
Repulsive stench
Clouding the brain
The smell of decay
The touch of the flesh
So nice and cold
It drives me insane
Peeling the flesh that has started to flake away
Gnawing on meat that has fallen into dead
Slice up the corpse, through flesh I carve my way
Mummified
Stinking stench of death
Corrosive fume
Burning in my head
There lying cold
I look with some dismay
but then I start to slice
Through guts I'll eat my way
Carnal pit
Mutilate
Dismember arms and legs
Carving through
With rusty blade I hack
Gaping sores
Leaking bile and pus the bloody whore
I splatter to mush
On graveyards I'm feasting by
Slaughtering the dead
Can't help the sickness
That's burning in my head
Shredded cartilage, collapsed is the back
My hands around her neck, vile crack
(as if she was alive)
Mummified
Stinking stench of dead
Corrosive fume
Burning in my head
There lying cold
I look with some dismay
but then I start to slice
Through guts I'll eat my way
3. Birth Through Dead
Graving through the mud
For a body that's withered away
The surch for delight
And intense decay
The embalmed skin
Moisted and cold
Body Only
Two months old
My... sickened urge to fuck the dead
To rape her skull
And eat her flesh
Between her legs i climax
Planting seed
Birth through dead
Impregnated dead
A child inside to grow
The mother as it's meal
Rotting down below
My... sickened urge to fuck the dead
To rape her skull
And eat her flesh
Between her legs I climax
Planting seed
Birth through dead
Spilling sperm inside a corpse
Live has formed itself inside the womb
Carrier of my lust
Brings forth a living pile of rot
Graving through the mud
For body that's withered away
The black an rotten flesh
I'll eat away
I chew on cacky flesh
That's moisted and cold
Sexual Feelings
I fuck the stiff and cold
My... sickened urge to fuck the dead
To rape her skull
And eat her flesh
Between her legs I climax
Planting seed
Birth through dead
4. Chunks Of Meat
Lying in his grave, maggots crawling out of his face
Skin has started to decay, eyeballs have rot away
Chunks of meat
That is what she loves to eat
As she graves for mangled remains
The moisted body
She ties it on to the bed
In an act of violence
She decapitates his head
Blood spurting from the stump
Suck that juicy chunk
Body sawn in two
Rotted meat she fucks and chews
Chunks of meat
As the rotten body lies
All covered with sores and flies
She eats away his gut
Revel in blood
Taste the formaldehyde
Feel the heavenly rush
She fucks herself with his dismembered cock
After the climax, she takes away the corpse
To get it down where it eternal rots
5. Rotted Flesh
Pus is cozing from of you
As I pull away the skin
Make a hole inside of you
Tear out what's within
Slicing through the tissue
A lust for rotten flesh
I love to gnaw on maggots
That dwell within the dead
The body a pile of pus dwelling maggots
That bread beneath the skin
Stick my hand inside the stomach
And tear out what's within
Ram my axe inside the skull
This sight drives me insane
When i'm through with your piss filed kidneys
I'll start on the rotten brain
Carve the eyeballs out
Out the rotten head
Blood is spurting from
The leaking head
Gutted flesh I chew
The putrid meat
My mouth upon her cunt
That is what I love to eat
6. Outro
[Instrumental]
Marc Van Stiphout — Bass
Marco Stubbe — Drums
Ferry Damen — Vocals, Guitars
Vincent Van Boxtel — Guitars
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