Necrophagist

If it is to be only An element of a whole, To hide behind others And form the eclipse of mind. Ignominious And Pale. If it were to one Having nothing to tell, This would equal A state of being the one, Ignominious and pale. Fallen in the abyss of ind

Distracting from your deficiencies while you point at others. (Once) enlightened you judge and execute. To be the only one to discover the seven, (To) toss open and pass the gates to heaven. [Solo: Muenzner] 专辑:Epitaph 歌手:Necrophagist 歌曲:Seven

(Leadfill: Suicmez) Invisible blades penetrate whereas stabwounds are not detectable. Stabwound The blade that stabs a back, unsuspecting, forms the symbolic... stabwound (Leadfill: Suicmez) (Solo: Muenzner) There is no shield to protect from attacks

Unable to move from a point of view, Driven by reasons as old as time itself. Symbiotic In Theory In order for a life to be Commanded it must be owned. Symbiotic In Theory Gravity forces water To flow downhill, A will is not given. Inferior or superi

Snorting - the viley stench of putrescence Coffin - lies exhumed in front of me Foul stiff - strewn with papillae and pores Fermenting - stiff corpse putrefies Slicing, bisecting, incising the stiff Stomach wall is opening Primitive diagnosis... Remo

Surrounded by darkness and cold The mind in pain grabs for hold. Diminished, to be diminished. The missing link in the chain Of thoughts is now forever gone. Diminished, to be diminished. The beast will be wise, feast: eye for an eye. [Solo: Suicmez]

A life free of guilt exists when the eye fights daylight yet unseen. A book with not a page written means hope yet sometimes to be (The) Stillborn One. Born dead. (The) Stillborn One. Dead. When dawn and sunset coincide, the essence of a day is non-e

Hateful I'm slashing, the head is removed Removing the head of the corpse The throat down the hard chest the trunk is torn Tearing the trunk of the corpse Disintegrating the stiff limb by limb Performing deviant butchery I chop up the limbs into smal

The casket is exhumed, turfs piled beside the grave A stagnant mass awaits me, deep in the gloom The boxes lids I open, distraught desecrating The fumes are penetrating, I am eructating... I vomit... I initiate eager exhuming despite bad scents... I

Fear is never gone from your soul that saw humiliation. Being prey to the blackest of demons, paralyzed you fail. Fallen beneath the mark of dignity, you fail. (A) demon passed on from one to the next infiltrates a mind innocent and pure; planting th