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01. Amidst The Macabre

Music by Avulsed
Instrumental

02. Stabwound Orgasm

Music by Avulsed
Smooth and attractive
No need aphrodisiac
Totally bisexual
She already tasted it all

Chorus:
Self injury
With a knife
Taste of blood
Stabwound orgasm

Nymphomaniac
Vaginal fury
Don't care if he's a man
Or a buxsom chick

Chorus:
Self injury
With a knife
Taste of blood
Stabwound orgasm

Got saturated
Got sick of sex
A juicy cunt
Or a big dick
Were not enough
To make her pleased
She wanted pain
Beyond belief

Cracking her legs
Skinning her chest
Wounding her arms
'Til making them bleed

Nymphomaniac
Vaginal fury
Don't care if he's a man
Or a buxsom chick

Chorus:
Self injury
With a knife
Taste of blood
Stabwound orgasm

Cracking her leg
Skinning her chest
Wounding her arms
'Til making them bleed

Got saturated
Got sick of sex
A juicy cunt
Or a big dick
Were not enough
To make her pleased
She wanted pain
Beyond belief

03. Blessed by Gore

Music by Avulsed
Disguised by a soutane
Prasing the name of god
Concealing his perversity
Behind a forced smile

Respected parish priest
None would suspect on him
Keeping people away from sin
He was just selecting

Pedophilia with babies
Anal sex with young boys
Deflowering of harmless girls
And necrophilia after all

Deranged by tender kids
Bloodfeast with easy preys
Lacerating to feel their pain
Quartering corpses for lunch

Blessed by gore!! (x4)

No witness could survive
To his macabre vision of lust
All cadavers dissappeared
Buried, burnt or food for dogs

A perturbed mind
Chose church to kill
A perfect alibi
Left unpunished

Blessed by gore!! (x4)

04. Compulsive Hater

Music by Avulsed
Grown into a world
Of preconceived ideals
Father, mother, sister,
Doggy and landscaped cottage

Affectionless rearing
His whole family
Was like unknown
Neighbours to him
He applied to them
By their first names
No signs of respect
Towards his own family

Chorus 1
Totally scorned
Ill mannered
And restrained
No human values
No self respect
A poor repressed

Still at the age of 24
He didn't even drink alcohol
Was proud of his virginity
(but) in fact he was just fearful
Of being able to fulfil
In front of a naked woman
So he decided to hate girls
To cover his sexual problem

Chorus 2
He hated friends
He hated his parents
He hated women
He hated humans

It was the only feeling
He felt by his own
Hate was his only
Self pro-claimed virtue
Was the easiest way
To escape from reality
No laughs, no love
No signs of gratitude

Chorus 1
Totally scorned
Ill mannered
And restrained
No human values
No self respect
A poor repressed

But in the eyes of his friends
He looked like a normal guy
He even seemed really charming
Hiding his real inner feelings
He was a perfect stereotype
Of a potential psychopath
A nice person from outside
Natural born hater inside

Chorus 2
He hated friends
He hated his parents
He hated women
He hated humans

05. Eminence In Putrescence

Music by Avulsed
A realm of sickness - with rotting landscapes
Gory red skies - nauseating air
A hidden hell - for tortured souls
Decomposition - is everywhere

Chorus:
Feeding from souls - of melting corpses
Absorbing power - and evilness
Amorphous being - mighty entity
An eminence - in putrescence

A long deep cave - (its) macabre palace
Bleeding cadavers - instead of walls
Blood, bile, pus - dripping around
Forming the river - of rottenness

Chorus:
Feeding from souls - of melting corpses
Absorbing power - and evilness
Amorphous being - mighty entity
An eminence - in putrescence

A putrid stench - pervade the ambience
Fermenting innards - decomposed limbs

The twisted bodies - screaming in pain
Soulless remnants - left to rot

A realm of sickness - with rotting landscapes
Gory red skies - nauseating air
A hidden hell - for tortured souls
Decomposition - is everywhere

Chorus:
Feeding from souls - of melting corpses
Absorbing power - and evilness
Amorphous being - mighty entity
An eminence - in putrescence

06. Exorcismo Vaginal

Music by Avulsed
Un nido de maldad, y de crueldad
Vida sin piedad
No pudo disfrutar, de la pubertad
Como una nina mas
Siete anos de, lucha sin cesar
Contra satanas
Nada se pudo hacer, para erradicar
La semilla del mal

Una posesion, sin una solucion, por la religion
Al exorcismo, habia que recurrir, para remitir
Cada convulsion, grito de dolor, y de maldicion
Por el utero, habia que extirpar, el origen del mal

Exorcismo vaginal (x2)

Desgarramiento, de las entranas, sin compasion
Chorros de sangre, al reventar, su interior

De pies y manos, maniatada, agonizando
Sus ojos rojos, expulsaban, su gran dolor

La brutalidad, del macabro ritual
No pudo soportar
No solo arrancaron, su demonio interior tambien su vida
Era o no verdad, que el diablo moraba
En su inocente cuerpo
O pudieran ser, simples ataques
De esquizofrenia

Exorcismo vaginal (x2)

07. Anthro-petphaghus

Music by Avulsed
Chorus 1:
Anthro-pet-phagus (x2)

Living alone with his pets
A friendly dog, a quiet cat
Breeding them like his sons
He never had any problem
His pets gave him the company
No family could offer him

Chorus 1:
Anthro-pet-phagus (x2)

Chorus 2:
A sudden death, rigor mortis, frigid corpse
No way to escape, no food to eat, a deadly fate
Rotting cavader, smell of flesh, the only way
They had to feed on, the man that once, feeded them

Chorus 2:
A sudden death, rigor mortis, frigid corpse
No way to escape, no food to eat, a deadly fate
Rotting cavader, smell of flesh, the only way
They had to feed on, the man that once, feeded them

Chorus 1:
Anthro-pet-phagus (x2)

His mom was worried after three months
She had no news about his son
When she came in and saw the corpse
Rotting away and reduced to bones
Lied on his bed and devoured
His pets survived by his carrion

Chorus 1:
Anthro-pet-phagus (x2)

Chorus 2:
A sudden death, rigor mortis, frigid corpse
No way to escape, no food to eat, a deadly fate
Rotting cavader, smell of flesh, the only way
They had to feed on, the man that once, feeded them

08. Homeless Necrophile

Music by Avulsed
Worthless drunk loser
Withdrawn on his own misery
Hater of mankind
Despised any help to his suffering
Neglected by society
Left apart by his own family
He even enjoys his state
Eating shit and sleeping on the streets

Pre-chorus
Now he feels that he's totally free
To unleash his own perversity
And be what he wished to be
A despicable human being

Chorus:
Uncontrollable homeless necrophile
Aggressive homeless necrophile
Abominable homeless necrophile
Psychopath homeless necrophile

Creating his own living rules
Nobody's gonna tell him what to do
No room for conscience or morality
Only the strongest will survive

Always struggling with other homeless
For no reason
With a knife in his pocket waiting for revenge
But once he tasted the power of killing he couldn't resist
Then he felt he had to kill and kill and kill�

A simple argument
Was enough to slay any man
And when the victim was a she
Then he had to free his sexuality
Necrophilia was
His fave act of brutality
A cold and frigid corpse
No screams, no face and obedience

Pre-chorus
Now he feels that he's totally free
To unleash his own perversity
And be what he wished to be
A despicable human being

Chorus:
Uncontrollable homeless necrophile
Aggressive homeless necrophile
Abominable homeless necrophile
Psychopath homeless necrophile

09. Nice Rotting Eyes

Music by Avulsed
A fascination - for human eyes
Of any colour - from any race
A chest of drawers - full of dried eyes
That he collected - from his girlfriends

Normally a girl - lasted for a week
Just time enough - to pull her eyes
Didn't need sex - didn't need love
Her pretty eyes - his best treasure

Nice rotting eyes (x4)

Tied on a stretcher - completely engaged
Wide open eyelids - dilated pupils

Nice rotting eyes (x4)

Removing her eyes - with delicacy
They'll be carefully - classified
The eyeless corpses - were carbonized
Nothing remains - just heir precious eyes

Nice rotting eyes (x4)

10. Skinless

Music by Avulsed
Beauty obsession

Horror to decay
She didn't want - time to pass
Aesthetic surgery
The only way - to keep youth

Chorus:
Deformed
Human freak
Monstrous
Skinless

Clinic was her home
The surgeon - her best friend
Transforming body parts
No matter what - again and again

Chorus:
Deformed
Human freak
Monstrous
Skinless

But her skin - was getting - emaciated
Every time - a surgery - was done
She didn't know - her cells - couldn't resist
So many - transplants - from others' skin

Amorphous livid cheekbones
Distorted burnt eyebrows
Skinned bleeding bruised lips
Crushed rotting tight nose
Sunken scratched forehead
Dislocated deformed jaw

Her face was totally disfigured
Beauty turned into rotting skin
Her perdition was to be conceited
Now she's got a horrid grotesque face

Chorus:
Deformed
Human freak
Monstrous
Skinless

Chorus:
Deformed
Human freak
Monstrous
Skinless

11. Coprotherapy

Music by Avulsed
Scatophagy
The art of eating shit
Is the ultimate
Form of nourishment

Countless ways - of feeding on
With costless resources
Like vegans - and vegetarians
Just another philosophy
Eat no meat - not even plants
Careful with environment
There's no waste - no useless scraps
Recycling every single bit

Coprotherapy (x2)

As many tastes - as species
Inhabit on planet earth
Even urine - could be used
To digest a hard piece of dung
A healthy diet - an endless mine
Of incalculable proportions
The solution - to famine
Is right on everybody's ass

Coprotherapy (x2)

Drinking from the drunk
Eating from the eaten
Your intestine is your stock
With always warmy food

Your sphincter does control
Your daily dose of pooh
Your fucking tiresome piles
Tells you when's the time

Bridge: (x2)
Why this society
Respect vegetarians
And coprophagists
Are considered pigs
When will be the day
When we equally compare
Those who taste the shit
To those who don't eat meat

Scatophagy
The art of eating shit
Is the ultimate
Form of nourishment

12. Virtual Massacre

Music by Avulsed
A perverse mind, with no remorse
Frustrated boy, sexually repressed
Confined into, his somber bedroom
With a computer, and tons of games

Sheer violence, an obsession
Potential murder, fake misanthrope
Annihilation, of human race
A fantasy, through the games

Pre-chorus
Blood everywhere
No survivors
With cruelty
Killing them all

Virtual massacre (x2)

A peaceful burger, riddled with bullets
A football stadium, sprayed with napalm
The underground filled, with lethal gas
A supermarket, blown away

Pre-chorus
Blood everywhere
No survivors
With cruelty
Killing them all

Virtual massacre (x2)

Virtual massacre (x2)

Nobody knows, his identity
No need to worry, it is not real
A virtual game, but after all
He's got his hands, full of red blood