Текст (слова) песни: Impaled - Spirits of the Dead

[music - Sean McGrath and Leon del Muerte]
[lyrics - Sean McGrath]

Your ribcage is avulsed
Mangled, chopped, and hewn
Organ meats have been sundered
And about your coffin strewn
Latent germs deliquesce your guts
Fermenting your simmering brine
Upon this loathsome, steaming mass
Im predisposed to dine

Dehydrated liver is quenched with grog
In a gurgulating froth, dissolved
In purulence ruptured, your bowel has turned septic
Your innards are now devolved

Intestines turn to slush
Vitriolic mush

Inebriating fumes, mind altering effluvium
An intoxicating funeral binge on post-digestive chum
Carbonated gastric stew
Excreted, distilled, and imbibed
A nidorous concoction fermented to proof
The dead I tap, siphon, and grind

[solo: "Dead Drunk" by S.C. McGrath]
[solo: "Consumption of Inebriates and Subsequent Goggles of Alcoholic Deception" by L.d. Muerte]
[solo: "The Siphoning of Liquescent Dead Tissue for Use in the Fermentation]
[of Grain Alchohol, and the Consumption Thereof" by S.C. McGrath]
[solo: "A Porcelain Visitation" by L.d. Muerte]

Spirits of the dead
Sip the rotting head
Repulsively imbued
With necro-holic brew
Другие песни Impaled:

All That Rots
Back To the Grave
Blood Bath
Choke On It
Dead Inside
Faecal Rites
Faeces of Death
Flesh & Blood
Gorenography
Immaculate Defecation
Operating Theatre
Raise The Stakes
Rest In Faeces
Spirits of the Dead
The Worms Crawl In
To Die For
Trocar
We Belong Dead