Impaled Spirits Of The Dead Lyrics

Spirits Of The Dead Lyrics


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, 
I'm 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 Necroholic
Brew...