Tekster:
Lord Gore

Graveyard becomes cafeteria. In a horrid fate, that's all too near. Depletion of flora and fauna. The remaining link of a dying food chain. The sickening

Forced from the depths of the oceans A malevolence older than man Crude and unspeakable creatures maligned With contempt for all life that exists upon

Slick with black blood her bowels have released [Lead: Gurge] [Lead: Maniac] Now he jerks himself with satisfaction Spilling seed on the pulpy mess of gore

Enter the morgue of creation Lifeless bodies arranged to experiment upon A chamber hermetically sealed To conceal the insidious toxins within Devised

You'll never know what I've done. There's no witnesses. Nothing can touch me here, it's my church. Women and children they are my playthings, worship

graft marrow enriched With venomous hatred Spores of decay virulent eggs Spawning madness and death Mutant..... chromosomal whore A gestating mass twitching limbs and gore

You defiled my trust, you whore! Slut, betrayed after all that I've done. Gave you everything and fucked your brains out. Ate your snatch like a roastbeef

Rotting away, by myself in this cage. I'm forgotten by time, I've lost track of how long it's been. Guts churn with cramps, have not eaten for days. Look

hate. Rapist of the weak, necro-ubermensch arise. Witness massive piles of bodies, burning bright. Hate-fucked, I thrust as I punch, So you writhe in agony, Lord Gore