n eyes

But something weird is going on
It is so real
For some reason i cant move
Im inside a coffin!!

I ignore why i am here
Perhaps a catatonic state
My family though i was dead
For how long have i been here?

Now i know what those ticklers are
And that warm feeling
Worms aer nibbling at my entrails
Im being eaten alive!!

I want to scream but i have no strength
My lungs are completely devooured
I think my only living organ is my brain
Perhaps they're saving it for dessert

I dont know what i did during my life
To deserve such a painful death
My silent screams of agony
Are tortured moans, music for the worms

I can evil smell the stench
Of my own decomposing organs
My arms and legs have disappeared
Soon my corpse will be no more

[Guitar solo: Cabra]

Wormeaten...wormeaten...
Wormeaten...wormeaten...
Wormeaten...wormeaten...


2. Devourer Of The Dead

[Music: Juancar / Lyrics: Dave Rotten]

Entering the cemetery like a furtive hunter
Hiding in the shadows where nobody can see me
Stalking out the tombs, the most recent ones
The smell of fresh cadavers helps me on my search

Digging six feet under, working over night
Waiting for a treasure made of flesh and bones
Atrocious desire for decaying corpses
Necrocannibalistic feast right before the dawn

Carrion is my delight
Putrid reek i enjoy
Devourer of the dead
Devourer of the dead

Coagulated blood, i masticate
Livid sweet eyeballs are my fave
Red meat from the knees, of godly taste
Rotting genitals, what i eat last

Hacking up the rests to bring them home
There shall be no remains left for the worms

[Guitar solo: Oliver Phillips]

Hacking up the rests to bring them home
There shall be no remains left for the worms

Coagulated blood, i masticate
Livid sweet eyeballs are my fave
Red meat of the knees, of godly taste
Rotting genitals, what i eat last

Carrion is my delight
Putrid reek i enjoy
Devourer of the dead
Devourer of the dead

Digging six feet under, working over night
Waiting for a treasure made of flesh and bones
Atrocious desire for decaying corpses
Necrocannibalistic feast right before the dawn


3. Pale Red Blood

[Music: Cabra / Lyrics: Dave Rotten]

Liquid of life of great value
Highly curative, bringer of strength
Heals my wounds and keeps me alive
Divine elixir but addictive

Pale red blood

Unlike a vampire, i hate warm blood
Im not a sucker, im not a leech
I dig fresh blood on a cold chalice
Slowly tasting its subtle flavour

Pale red blood

It purifies my soul
And makes me feel strong
I believe i am above
Of the average human
I dont need to kill
Not even soil my hands
I find it vulgar and crude
Others will do it for me

Addicted to blood i am, with no remorse
You can call me a modern vampire, i dont care
But i am not a stupid bat or a count
I just want to satisfy my bloody thirst

[Guitar solo: Cabra]

Unlike a vampire , i hate warm blood
Im not a sucker, im not a leech
I dig fresh blood on a cold chalice
Slowly tasting its subtle flavour

Pale red blood

It purifies my soul
And makes me feel strong
I believe i am above
Of the average human
I dont need to kill
Not even soil my hands
I find it vulgar and crude
Others will do it for me


4. Sick Sick Sex

[Music: Furni / Lyrics: Dave Rotten)]

Ive always been a quiet guy
An introverted personality
Never had a really close friend
Im difficult to deal with

Because of this my sexuality
Has always been an utopia
But in my inner self
I felt uncontrollable desires

I want sex!!
At any cost!!
Penetrating a cadaver
Right after disembowelment
Still feeling her warmy blood
In contrast to her cold skin

Embracing that inert body
Feasting on entrails
Sodomizing all her cavities
Pure gore insanity

Sick sick sex... Sick!!!!!!!!!

Because of this my sexuality
Has always been an utopia
But in my inner self
Felt uncontrollable desires


I want sex!!
At any cost!!
Penetrating a cadaver
Right after disembowelment
Still feeling her warmy blood
In contrast to her cold skin

Embracing that inert body
Feasting on entrails
Sodomizing all her cavities
Pure gore insanity

Sick sick sex... Sick!!!!!!!!!!


5. Daddy Stew

[Music: Furni / Lyrics: Dave Rotten / Guest Vocals: Bjoern Goosses]

When mommy died the family had to continue
Years passed and daddy got a hot new girlfriend
The two sons were not satisfied with the situation
Life at home was getting tensed and unbearable

The poor girl was a victim
The brothers were tracing a plan to make her life a hell
Submitting her to a psychic torture
Until her nerves could not resist and get her leaving home

And they did succeed; her nerves exploded
But not the way they wanted her to
Then she became a twisted psychopath
Thinking of a way to make them pay

Cooking a daddy stew

To celebrate their dads birthday she stabbed him
One stab for each year he has lived, namely fourty four
She cut his body off into countless bits and made a stew
Then she served it to the two brothers who ate it well

The poor girl was a victim
The brothers were tracing a plan to make her life a hell
Submitting her to a psychic torture
Until her nerves could not resist and get her leaving home

And they did succeed; her nerves exploded
But not the way they wanted her to
Then she became a twisted psychopath
Thinking of a way to make them pay

And they did succeed; her nerves exploded
But not the way they wanted her to
Then she became a twisted psychopath
Thinking of a way to make them pay

Cooking a daddy stew


6. I Feel Good... Eating Human Flesh

[Music: Juancar / Lyrics: Dave Rotten / Guest Vocalist: Bjoern Goosses]

Voracity for human flesh
Its something i cant help
Forbidden pleasure not for the weak
I get stronger with every bit

The vision of a cadaver
Unleashes my atrocious hunger
I devour it with anxiety
I cant resist this delicacy

"Pleasures of the flesh"
Is not just a phrase
It has a meaning for me
I really enjoy that meat

I feel good... eating human flesh!!!!

[Guitar solo: Juancar]

Ive never felt stronger
Since i eat human meat
Addicted to cannibalism
Thats what i am

I feel good... eating human flesh!!!!

[Guitar solo: Cabra]

Human ghoulash, my favourite dish
And a good female roasted rib
Childrens meat is tender and sweet
Im proud to be an anthropophagus

I feel good... eating human flesh!!!!

And they did succeed; her nerves exploded
But not the way they wanted her to
Then she became a twisted psychopath
Thinking of a way to make them pay


7. Foetivorous Marriage

[Music: Furni / Lyrics: Dave Rotten]

The passion for cannibalism was their mutual like
Two twin souls that found a common way
They got married with the aim of procreating
Countless children to satisfy their needs

Severed child sawn in two
Its micro-brain for a mousse
Its extremities are like hot-wings
Its intestines are for croquettes

They had to beget a new child every six months
Time enough to get a new tasty foetus
In the meantime they had to feed themselves like normal humans
But every six months they had a gourmet foetus dinner

Unstoppable yearning
Carnivorous lust
Infanticidal instincts
Foetivorous marriage

Severed child sawn in two
Its micro-brain for a mousse
Its extremities are like hot-wings
Its intestines are for croquettes

Toasty foetus on a grill of salty crispy texture
Delicious tender meat from the ribs, tex-mex styled
There was not too much meat on such a small creature
But as always good things, if brief, twice as good

In their behaviours there couldnt be any criminal act
Since nobody would ever know she was pregnant

Unstoppable yearning
Carnivorous lust
Infanticidal instincts
Foetivorous marriage


8. Morbid Chef

[Music: Tana / Lyrics: Dave Rotten / Guest Vocals: Bjoern Goosses]

Chef in a restaurant
O f the highest class
Refined gourmet

He was responsible
Of choosing the food
They had to use

He had a special secret related to meat
He personally was taking care of it

The restaurant was famous for its meat
People came just to eat its steak tartar
Nobody knew the special touch that this chef
Was putting on to achieve such a flavour

Meat balls, muffled brain, sirloin in sauce, human kebab
Marinaded ribs, hamburgers, bilis cream, tongue stew

Sadistic mind, perverse menu, morbid chef

The more people ate
The more often they returned
And they didnt know why

It was so delicious
That it was really worth
To pay any amount

Human meat is an addictive drug
Once youve eaten a bit you wont resist anymore

[Guitar solo: Juancar]

Meat balls, muffled brain, sirloin in sauce, human kebab
Marinaded ribs, hamburgers, bilis cream, tongue stew

Sadistic mind, perverse menu, morbid chef


9. Cadaver Decapitado

[Music: Furni / Lyrics: Dave Rotten]

Cadaver decapitado

Asesino compulsivo
Sin razon para matar
Era como un deporte
Se tenia que realizar
Buscando una presa con toda frialdad
Pensando una muerte con gran crueldad
Con un hacha en su mano tiene que esperar
Un golpe certero tiene que asestar

Cadaver decapitado

Atacando por la espalda
Hachazo en la cervical
Cuerpo paralizado
Facil de rematar
Herido de muerte, sin poder gritar
Un destino fatal
Casi sin parar, le volvio a asestar
Con sana brutal

Puesto de rodillas
Le iba a ejecutar
De un solo golpe
Le iba a decapitar
Sentia el poder y superioridad que
Le daba su hacha
Sin dejar de jadear, no podia frenar
Su ansia de matar
Puesto de rodillas
Le iba a ejecutar
De un solo golpe
Le iba a decapitar
Sin pensario dos veces se la iba a cortar
Lleno de sangre el disfrutaba
Un sentimiento de felicidad
Tenia su trofeo, era su cabeza!!

Cadaver decapitado


10. Decrepit Sigh

[Music: Furni/Cabra / Lyrics: Dave Rotten]

Darkness surrounds me
In my sorrowful agony
I feel my death is near
And its corroding my mind

Tormented thoughts
Invades my head
The final day has come to me
I just have to wait
Laid down on my bed waiting
For my final breath
I have no strength to control
My dismal thoughts of demise

Certain death
Dark decay
In peace i die
Slowly i rot

My body is passing away
But my soul still remains
It is just longing for
My last decrepit sigh

Tormented thoughts
Invades my head
The final day has come to me
I just have to wait
Laid down on my bed waiting
For my final breath
I have no strength to control
My dismal thoughts of demise

Certain death
Dark decay
In peace i die
Slowly i rot

My body is passing away
But my soul still remains
It is just longing for
My last decrepit sigh

[Guitar solo: Cabra]