Maggots Grinding Maggots 歌词

Conserved till rotenness Till the maggots fill the flesh And the brain turns To rancid fermented mess Pus runs from punctures Inside oesophagus Maggots crawl into the flesh Now a tissus shapeless mass Funeral in morbid place With the remains of the dead Rotting, by my infamy Rotting, from flesh to putrid Dried flesh sticks to bones And the maggots (still) devour Maggots infest guts and stomach, they ride back the trachea, Lungs are almost wholly devoured, insatiable human eaters As I taste this rotted flesh, maggots enter in my mouth Bewitched in my dementia, maggots enter in my mouth I lick the organic gelatine Left by the insects Rites of Torture I delight in flesh and blood and Putrefaction Of your corpse... filled with maggots Dried flesh sticks to bones And the maggots still devour Putrid mass of rotenness Repugnant Human Mess End in glory For such a rotten meat What remain of my son Still dwell in utero Maggots escape From its eyes A worms infested meat Lay in front of me