MELHORES MÚSICAS / MAIS TOCADAS
carcass - arbeit macht fleisch
Prognathous gears grind
So diligent and serrated they mesh
Toothed cogs churn
So trechant, against soft flesh
Worked to the bone
Up to the hilt, depredated
Raw materialism
To stoke the furnaces
Toiling, rotting
Life slowly slips away
Consumed, inhumed
In this mechanized corruption line
By mincing machinery industrialised - pulped and pulverised
Enslaved to the grind
Blood, sweat, toil, tears
Arbeit macht frei/fleisch
Grave to the grind
Inimitable gears twist
To churn a living grave
Stainless cogs shredding
Scathing pistons bludgeon and flail
Stripping to the bone
Retund mandrels levigate
Just raw material
Your pound of flesh for the suzerain
Toiling, rotting
Life slowly dissipates
Consumed, inhumed
In a corruption line, mechanized
By mincing machinery, industrialized - crunched and brutalised
A grave to the blind
carcass - black star
Black star, jewel of the night
Black star, burning bright
Magnificent sun, a beacon burning
Five pointed coal, a guide eternal
Black star, five pointed coal
Black star, the cosmic soul
Shining opaque, celestial furnace
Glittering dark, a sun in mourning
Black star, where light never shines
Black star won't you be my guide?
A dead sun for where the light never shines
Shine on...
Twinkle, twinkle black star
Shine on...
Black star, darken the skies
Forever burn, never to die
An ebony flame, a sun infernal
Nemesis of the night, my own dark angel
Black star, jewel of the night
Black star, so cruel, so bright
A glorious sun, with warmth so healing
Glittering dark, a sun in mourning
Black star, where light never shines
Black star won't you be my guide?
A dead sun for where the light never shines <>Shine on...
Twinkle, twinkle black star
Shine on... black star
Shine on...
Twinkle, twinkle black star
Shine on...
carcass - blind bleeding the blind
Parched with thirst our cup overfloweth
With the crimson milk of human blindness
In charnel towers of ivory besieged
The bones of subjugation are picked clean
In barren decadence, tears are the only affluence
Welling eyes are indifferent, as the blind bleed
Blood and tear - out damn spot out
The fruits of perpetual decay
Pouring the salts in open wounds - out damn spot out
The scars remain, will stay perpetual decay
Bloody hands never wash clean
Abject misery to bleed
Decadence to feed
Out damn spot out
Parched with thirst how the other half die
Void of compassion our cup runs dry
With a silver spoon born to dig communal graves
The only consecration, the economics of pain
In barren decadence, tears are the fuel of affluence
Wells of blood run diffluent, a bitter harvest to reap...
carcass - blood-spattered banner
Your blood flies in the wind,
It's old and worn and has no glory
Hand on heart allegiance pledged
Patriot, hatred instilled
Ignorant, white trash stand proud
With bigotry endowed
These colours don't run
These colours well worn
These colours don't run
But put to the torch they'll sure as hell...
Burn like your passion,
The passion of the damned
Can you still hear Dixie?
Ignorance is your strength
A raped stolen land stands so proud
Can you still hear Dixie scream out loud?
These colours don't run
These colours are well worn
These colours don't run
But put to the torch they'll sure as hell...
Burn...
Burn...
Burn...
Burn...
Your blood flies in the wind
Aged, ragged it's a sorry story,
Blood-spattered banner unfurled
A nation, hatred instilled,
With slavery stained,
Your dream of shame
These colours don't run
These colours are well worn
These colours don't run
But put to the torch they'll sure as hell....
These colours don't run
These colours are well worn
Your colours don't run
But put to the torch - I'll tread on you !!!
These colours don't run
These colours are well worn
These colours don't run
But put to the torch they'll sure as hell...
Burn...
Burn...
Burn...
Burn...
Want to see your flag up in flames
Burn...
Burn...
Burn...
Burn...
I'll tread on you.
carcass - buried dreams
Welcome, it's a world of hate
Your life of buried dreams
Smothered, by the soils of fate
Welcome, to a world of pain
Bitterness your only wealth
The sands of time kicked in your face
-Rubbed in your face
When aspirations are squashed
When life's chances are lost
When all hope is gone
When expectations are quashed
When self esteem is lost
When ambition is mourned
...All you need is hate
When aspirations are squashed
When life's chances are lost
When all hope is gone
When expectations are quashed
When self esteem is lost
When ambition is mourned
...All you need is hate
In futility, for self preservation
We all need someone
-Someone to hate
(1st lead - Steer)
(2nd lead - Amott)
Welcome to a world of hate
When aspirations are squashed
When life's chances are lost
When all hope is gone
When expectations are quashed
When self esteem is lost
When ambition is mourned
...All you need is hate
carcass - burnt to a crisp
Torched to a pimple
Peeling skin and tissue
Inflammable rectal gases
Scalding your sinews
Charbroiled to blackened char
Smoked, sauted and black
Blistering flaking tissue
Insalvageable by skin graft
Fused into a mess
Dribbling cartilage and fumes
Your body shrivelling
Your fingers beginning to prune
Burnt to a cinder
Your body charred
Incinerated carbon
Molten as tar
Smouldering ashes
Scorched entrails
Carbonated dust
Cremated remains
Burnt to a crisp
Your fat's on fire
Devouring you whole
Like a cadaver-stoked pyre
Charred to the bone
Your flesh is burnt
Tissues molten
Bodily gases inert
Human inferno
Blazing eruption
Evaporating marrow
Spontaneous combustion
Burnt to a crisp
Your hair is singed
Devouring your scalp
Receding your fringe
Dripping flesh and fat
Spreads like an irritating rash
Your fingers melting
As you vainly scratch
carcass - cadaveric incubator of endoparasites
The inset of rigor mortis, ulcerous corruption and decay
Saponified fats lather as soap as you slowly eat yourself away...
Organs savaged by rotten enzymes, rennin and rancorous cysts
A festering abcess immersed in ravenous autolysis...
Breaking down of dead tissue fuels methane gases
A smouldering human compost-heap of self-digesting haemorrhage...
emulsifying carnage, your purpulent torso is mummified
A mortified, marbled feast for drooling parasites...
Your lungs consumed in gore, slime and worm encrusted
Brittle testes eroded in hot, corrosive succus
Adhering to the bone, tissue necrosis a maggot feast
A cadaveric crematorium, gaseos spumescence leaks...
Your rump sustaining hostile organisms
Mould, eggs and larvae
Peptonized spleen, liver and kidneys
A wasting, degenerate slime
Septicemic mutation
Of rancid meat and writhing life
Psychedelic, pustular platter of gunge
Come and take a bite...
Dormant fungoid growths
On the smarting human host
Come bathe, cleanse and wash
With livor mortis and dry rot...
...Lice and ticks...
Flesh matted with hatching spawn
Endo-parasites incubate in the warmth
Mortician's implements to tap and bleed
The swarming insects seed...
...Lice and ticks...expel bloody sick...
Leathery skin bubbles as blue-bottles hatch
Maggot infestation turns the rotting corpse black...
Slushy bowels move as our friends squirm
Flatulent belches-dry, festered and warm...
carcass - carbonized eyesockets
The pungent aroma of hot, bubbling, molten gristle
Blends with the stench of hot, singeing flesh soldered to liquid muscle.
As the cornea is pierced and fried sizzling retina
Burning and spitting on the now blackened, charred fovea
Holes of crumbling carbon are all that are left
Charred eye-sockets of hot scorched flesh
Fusing symblepharon, your flesh turns into coke
Extravasative gunge now black, pungent smoke.
Charred eye-sockets - horrifically pernicious
Your sight irreparable by your optician
Once flowing blood is now dried, resembling black pudding
Now all that bleeds is a slow trickle of hot, sticky muscle.
The sclera is a lump of carbon burning on smouldering membrane
Your eyeballs are blistering, your optic nerves now aflame.
carcass - carnal forge
Multifarious carnage
Meretriciously internecine
Sublime enmangling steelbath
Of escheated atrocities
Enigmatic longanimity of ruminent mass graves
Meritorious victory, into body-bags now scraped...
Regnant fleshpiles
The dead regorged
Osculatory majestic wrath
This carnal forge
Desensitized - to perspicuous horror
Dehumanized - fresh cannon fodder...
Meritorious horror
Perspicuous onslaught
Dehumanized - cannon fodder
Killing sanitized
Slaughter sanctified
Desensitized - to genocide
Reigning corpsepiles
Death regorged
Sousing bloodbath
Carnage forged...
In the cold, callous dignity of the mass grave...
Multiferocious carnage
Cruel, mendacious creed
Sublime, murderous bloodbath
Of fiscal atrocities
Inexorable mettle in redolent consomme
An opprobious crucible of molten human waste...
Priapismic deathpiles
Infinitely regorged
The smelting butchery
Of the carnal forge
Desensitized - to pragmatic murder
Dehumanized - into cannon fodder...
carcass - carneous cacoffiny
Striking up my discordant underture
A carnal cacophony perversely penned
Transposed...and decomposed
On strings fashioned from human twine
Lovingly wound and fretted upon my bow
Garishly incarcerated...the dead resonate
In a final death-throe
Vibrant as I thresh...
Movements scripted for the dead...
Orchestral horrors I vehemently conduct
My corpus concertos cordial
Disinterred... and detuned
With six feet below
In harmony with the deceased
My inspiration...your disintegration
For my latest masterpiece
My scope creeps your flesh...
Notes seep from sinewy frets...
But don't hold your breath
As you wait for your god or the void
Or the abyss of nothingness
Your usefulness isn't through
Your productivity I resume...
My sorbid, soiled handicrafts
Will be your afterlife's handicap....
...My corrupt crescendos...
...Will leave you out on a limbo...
...Your disposition I unleash...
...You will rest in my piece...
With deadly dynamics
You're dead, buried and barred
Your remains dampened and fingered
Your mortal coil is barbed
The death-bells are peeling
Ringing out as you flake
Shrieking out their recitals
A celebration of your wake...
Enter my funereality
My world two metres under
A curious habitat
Your muddy trench I plunder
Pass on to ethereality
Churned out under the sextant's blade
You live your life in wretchedness
And death is no escape...
carcass - child s play
Raised in a nursery of crumbling brick
Rusted iron, cracked stone and steel
Nurtured in a barren concrete crib
In a playground of grey, your fate is sealed
Against a back drop of drab, cold corrosion
We learn to dance, love, sing and play
Razor wire the strung umbilical cord
In an unsterile womb of urban decay
Let me take you down
As I'm going too
Play hard - like child's play
Playing rough - after all it's only a game
(lead)
Now, redevelopment lies in ruins
As gutted slums are sown
Enveloping, smothering squalor
This dereliction grows
Outside it is now cold and dark
Only desolation, darkness and gloom
Not a far cry from a tortured cat
Your cities will become your tombs
Let me take you down
As I'm going too
Play hard - like child's play
Playing rough - after all it's only...
Play hard - like child's play
Playing rough - after all it's only a game
carcass - corporal jigsore quandary
Excised and anatomised, deviscerated disarray
The torso diverged with pride
Deftly amputated, evulsed limbs now defunct
The trunk imbrued, tatty stumps used as lugs
For a chondrin puzzle so quaint
Head and body decollate
A heaving mass so quiescent...
Scattered and scrambled, your teasement grows
A bloody caricature to make whole
A squirming grisly jigsaw, detrital fragments fit so snug
That missing piece will leave you stumped
Totally desassembled, nicely sliced and diced
A cold mannequin once resembled
Real cranium teaser, carved from flesh and bone
So mystifying...
Battered and diffused, with placating blows
A human jigsaw to make whole
A sequacious pattern which once fitted so snug
Joining together each dubious lump
Ravaged disassembly, neatly cubed and diced
A cold mannequin reassembled
Astute brain teaser, incorporate flesh and bone
So mortifying...
An incessant game - methodically made
With each cumulative piecing - of commensated meat...
Bi-manual reconstruction, eldritch problem complete
A convented effigy
A pathological toy, each chunk rigorously
Inter mortis locking, as you pathogenically rot
Such a perplexing task
To fit the remains in the casket
Uliginous mess so quiescent...
An incessant game - methodically made
With each cumulative piece - of commensated meat...
carcass - crepitating bowel erosion
Wart-encrusted sebaceous growths
Pustulating, bleeding piles are what I boast
Scabby and blistered pectoral skin flakes away
As my crushed bowels evacuate much to my dismay...
Faecal tripe - take the bite
Urinary swill - take your fill
Squeeze out the pus, perforate the rash
Munch the mouldy scabs, lick the septic gash...
Eroded crispy bowels, corrosive putrid breath
Collapsing, slushy lungs, my diaphragm pickled in meths...
Renal ulcerations, faecal gurgitations
Costive crepitations, complete anal disgorgement...
Disinterring organs, pus, urine and sewage
Thrust into your naval, to soak up ascitic fluids...
An abrasive concoction is formed in my throat
Methylated bile, jaundiced kidneys bloat
Tumorous stomach, coughing up gall
The thorax infected with furuncles and boils...
The sight of by abdomen, shrivelling and gurgling
The reek of my bloody pleura, stagnating and curdling
Cynical and sarcastic, my fetid sense of tumour
Clinical and gastric, I imbibe my own vitreous humour...
Soiled prostatic prolapse
Ruptured hernia rips your groun
Your mouth forced wide open
As you're made to chew on your haemorrhoids...
Gnawing my appendix, enteric organs glistening
Acholial fluids, coagulating and thickening
Weakened, cirrhosised liver, pumping out sludge
Of pediculosal faeces, sanguineous bile and crud...
Avulsion of salted tonsils
Gavaged with a spoon
Your scrotal sac torn open
And stuffed with ano-genital grume...
carcass - cross my heart
Yeah, cross my heart and hope to die
It will only end in tears, eye for an eye, for an eye
If beauty is only skin deep
Then thankfully I am blind
Cross my heart and hope to die
Cross my heart, come cross the line
Won't you be mine, my bloody valentine?
Put me on a pedestal, I'll put you on a slab!!!!!
Cross my heart and hope to die
Come, let's cross the line
There's a fine line, between love and hate
Let's tear it apart
Cross my heart, and hope to die
Cross my heart, come let's cross the line
Time is no great healer, quickly the senses numb
Come cross my heart, void and null
Love is a weakness, lust conquers all
Cross my heart and hope to die
Where do we draw the line?
There's a fine line between love and hate
Let's tear it in two
Cross my heart, and hope to die
Cross my heart, come let's cross the line
Let's tear it apart
Cross my heart, and hope to die
Cross my heart, come let's cross the line
Cross my heart, and hope to die
Cross my heart, come let's cross the line
carcass - death certificate
A grim myriad, a grey kaleidoscope, sterile, contrasting
Born and die, institutionalised, a bleak epitaph, an apalogue so sad
Cross indexed, cross dissected
Cross referenced, contabescence
Cross indexed, cross bisected
Cross referenced, certificate of death/certified dead
Machine coded, reduced to hard memory, in a data base
Digitalised, statistical obituary, your only legacy, your final resting place
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