Zack Morris Posted September 6, 2001 Share Posted September 6, 2001 these are the lyrics to the tomb of the mutilated cd..you can get more at www.cannibalcorpse.net Tomb of the Mutilated Jack Owen - Guitar Alex Webster - Bass Chris Barnes - Vocals Paul Mazurkiewicz - Drums Bob Rusay - Guitar HAMMER SMASHED FACE There's something inside me It's, it's coming out I feel like killing you Let loose the anger, held back too long My blood runs cold Through my anatomy, dwells another being Rooted in my cortex, a servant to its bidding Brutality now becomes my appetite Violence is now a way of life The sledge my tool to torture As it pounds down on your forehead Eyes bulging from their sockets With every swing of my mallet I smash your fucking head in, until brains seep in through the cracks, blood does leak distorted beauty, catastrophe Steaming slop, splattered all over me Lifeless body, slouching dead lecherous abcess, where you once had a head Avoiding the prophecy of my new found lust You will never live again, soon your life will end I'll see you die at my feet, eternally I smash your face facial bones collapse as I crack your skull in half Crushing, cranial, contents Draining the snot, I rip out the eyes Squeezing them in my hands nerves are incised Peeling the flesh off the bottom of my weapon Involuntarily pulpifying facial regions Suffer, and then you die Torture, pulverized At one with my sixth sense, I feel free To kill as I please, no one can stop me Created to kill, the carnage continues Violently reshaping human facial tissue Brutality becomes my appetite Violence is now a way of life The sledge my tool to torture As it pounds down on your forehead I CUM BLOOD Swollen with liquid Ready to burst A load of my lymph Will quench this dead body's thirst One month in the grave twisted and half decayed She turned a putrid yellow I pissed in her maggot filled asshole Fucking the rotting My semen is bleeding The smell of decay Seeps from her genital cavity The smell was unbearable As I unburied her I cum blood from my erection I feel it run down her throat, swallow Eyes glassy and vacant body dug up to play with Skin greasy and naked tonguing her rotted anus I need a live woman to fill with my fluid A delicate girl, to mutilate, fuck and kill her body exceptional she thought I was normal but I wanted more I came blood inside of her choking on the clot gagging on the snot gushing blood, from her mouth bloody gel leaking out Body buried in a shallow grave Unmarked for none to find The sickness I have left behind Undetected go my crimes The greatest thrill of my life Violent, climax Serging serum on my skin Back from the dead I am resurrected to spew, putrefaction ADDICTED TO VAGINAL SKIN A relapse of my body Sends my mind into multiple seizures Psychologically a new human being One that has never been Cursed by the shamen his voodoo spell has my soul My limbs go numb I can't control my own thought Are his now his evil consuming me ever telling me begin the clit carving Slowly turning me, into a flesh eating zombie Knowing this spell can only be broken by the vaginal skins of young women I proceed to find the meat their bleeding cunts will set me free Warmth seeping from this Body Rotted After I sucked the blood from her ass I feel more alive more alive than I've ever been Even though now I'm dead within My mouth drools As I slice your perineum My body smeared With the guts I've extracted through her hole, came swollen organs cunnilingus with the mutilated My spirit returned from the dead Released by the priest but I felt more real when I was dead The curse is broken I have a dependence on vaginal skin It's become my sexual addiction I must slit, the twitching clit Rotted cavity hold the juice Between the legs, I love to carve My cock is dripping with her blood SPLIT WIDE OPEN Melting thoughts of disintegration Hitting deep her insistence to mutilate her newborn infants After giving birth her mind wasn't the same Slowly slipping away, a state of mental decay Family now complete Father watches on As mother dismembers her newborn son Dissecting the specimen, split I will explore, the body wide open Uncover carnage within, split wide open Virgin, untouched skin Releasing her rage That dwells inside tainted blood rushes through veins her body chemically changed Love was erased, on the edge of a butcher's knife The kitchen becomes a makeshift slaughterhouse every nine months she butchers one more child Reminders of the deceased, scattered through the home Bones and skulls of sons and daughters Genitals ferment In jars inside the cupboards for father to dissect No one will discover the murder they commit Children used like laboratory rats Sickening vulgar experiments She sees what others can't Probing the guts of her fetus Advocation of the pain Mutilating, draining veins Witness the horror offering to themselves Continuing murdering their own kind Never deny this fantasy life, they enjoy Addiction to this heightened state Post-birth psychosis disjointing her own children form the life they'll never live A massacre within her soul Struggling for control NECROPEDOPHILE I was once a man before I transformed into this molester, freshly deceased children You have born, torn by my rape The dead are not safe, the lifeless child corpse I will violate Pleasure from the dead, complete satisfaction I open the coffin Sick thoughts run through my head as I stare At the dead, over and over, I can't escape I begin the dead sex, licking her young, rotted orifice I cum in her cold cunt, shivering with ecstasy for nine days straight I do the same She becomes by dead, decayed child sex slave her neck I hack, cutting through the back I use her mouth to eject Here I cum, blood gushes from bleeding black blood her head disconnected As I came, viciously I cut, through her jugular vein She's already dead, I masturbate with her severed head My lubrication, her decomposition Spending my life molesting dead children Intercourse with infants Curing heads on top of spikes boiling skulls Skin sliding off of bones Voices The voices call Voices The voices are calling me Buried dead I've spiritually infected Call to me from beyond their graves Bleed I now bleed pus I bleed, the blood of the dead I bleed on her livid skin Thrusting myself within Beginning to chop through her hairless crotch Beyond what we know as death It haunts me everyday I hear the voice of every child That lies next to me decayed A fresh corpse, to fill with my infection Tortured before death, no orifice left unfilled Violated after death Virgin hole infest Anal pore spewing cess The sacred juice I ingest Your dead child I defile Necropedophile THE CRYPTIC STENCH Tearing at my neck my sharpened teeth pierce the meat My warm bloodied prey sustains my life for one more day The oldest of souls, left behind after life Before death I was nothing but human Indulgence in the blood, intoxicated from its drug It warms my cold soul Tapping the gushing sap, trickling down my throat Rejuvenation of my body No blood left to scab Now it flows through my veins Heaven I have found Fear in my grip Transcend beyond mortal The sweet blood I will swallow Draining the inner spirit Feasting on the power Knowing only pleasure Human blood I devour Ghastly beauty look into my eyes to reproduce with the living every century Impregnation of the virgin I drink the blood of the unborn Returning to my grave dragging my blood drained prey My body burns from the light Sleeping until night In my clutch, you greet me with open arms soon I will rip them off And drink the blood from the stumps Life and death are too clear but mankind is blind to see the twisted path of their own mortality Scripts of the dead Netherworld knowledge Rotten fragrance lingers Unleash the odor I have risen Vampire Zombie Sucking on Arteries body numbs One of my sons died for your sins Resurrect him so I can drink his blood again ENTRAILS RIPPED FROM A VIRGIN'S CUNT Alive alone now that they've gone dead but unburied I've seen it unfold, terrible scenes of agony Eyes in the darkness Echoing their madness The sights that have passed before them Watching as though it has never happened Now I only listen to what is not spoken Murder, hatred Anger, Savage Killings I have caused more than can be counted orgies of sadism And sexual perversion Virgin Tied to my mattress Legs spread wide Ruptured bowel, yanked From her insides Devirginized with my knife Internally bleeding Vagina, secreting her blood-wet pussy I am eating on her guts I am feeding Mutilated with a machete I fucked her dead body The first and last Your life's only romance My knife's jammed in your ass As you die you orgasm Pass on to the dead Nerve trembling convulsions No longer looking human I never see them, but I know they're there Locked in my subconscious Obscene memories I thought I'd forgotten Haunting unrealities Tear at me Hold her arms Her mouth taped shut Screams unheard Out pour her guts Layers of flesh peeling away Languish in your own decay descriptions of my killings bone chilling Terror, tear, her Virgin cunt Virgins are my victims Their tight interiors I explore Sharpened utensils of torture Now inserted inside of her Sex organs extracted for eating On her liver I am gnawing Forbidden lust for guts Ripped from her cunt Tears of blood cry down her thigh I ram my fist inside her hole From her crotch piss now flows Rectum filled with shit I fucked her emptied body Until she became stiff POST MORTAL EJACULATION Suffering my only need now is to hang the rope does swing, hanging from the darkened ceiling Strangling, dangling from my twisted spine I knew I would enjoy death more than life My lids close tight, but the light blinds my eyes My body grows cold - my cock becomes erect Watching over my dead shell, from beyond in my own hell Caught between life and death, even though my body's dead I still feel the touch of flesh Given the choice to die or live dead Purgatory my damnation Climaxing at the resurrection Adipocere spurts from my erection Manifested in my rotted body Unpure spirit, dead among mortals I have risen from self-murder Only to rot and kill to break the necks of young women their cunts my pus will fill Acid burning through her crotch I baptize her face with my rot Then venom foams from her throat On my discharge she will choke Pulsation, my heart begins to beat Heaving, goiters start to secrete caustic odor, steaming gruel wallow in my infected drool Swollen pussing gashes Start to reek Puncture wounds in the back hacked up limbs, bones now crack Skin fillet from your face Breasts gouged out I fuck with your chest BEYOND THE CEMETERY Nude and violated I raped the life from her body Lying dead the insects bite her pale skin My marks of torture Left on my daughter Body badly beaten I remember My ropes and chains bruised her arms and legs I wiped her blood on my face her tender body I disgraced Slow strangulation her neck twisted and broken Abdominal lacerations Blood pouring from Abrasions Control of the mind feelings left behind dreaming inner hate I create an alternate state of the grave Scared to death homicidal premonitions horror fills you As your soul is ripped from you Dreaming my dream of death I cast the spell Intertwine your mind with mine Dreams become reality Enhancing the imagination Murder is my infatuation Killing off generations Families torn to pieces but the one they love Possessed by another My pleasure is to murder Entering your dreams through my spell they will bleed Night after night Reoccurring killings Sleep Someone wake me from this nightmare I've become my darkest fear Awaken to the sight of your hacked up family their spirits are trapped beyond the cemetery Bodies rotting, but I'm not sleeping Scream you're not dreaming Someone wake me form this nightmare I've become my darkest fear Came to life in my mind A world of darkness forever sleeping in this coffin Eternally dreaming...... 100% pure evil. ------------------ til I change my mind..STRAIGHT EDGE!!!!! 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Guest beardo Posted September 6, 2001 Share Posted September 6, 2001 those guys have to be rolling on the floor laughing when they write that shit. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Zack Morris Posted September 6, 2001 Author Share Posted September 6, 2001 sho nuff...these guys are all about shock value..I hope. i would love to go to one of thier practices and just observe how they come up with this shit...it would be hilarious. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest SayOne Posted September 6, 2001 Share Posted September 6, 2001 you like deicide? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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