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Immoral Ever After

by Feral Viscera

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ndcultfan All around Masterpiece and the Sexual album in a series of Feral Viscera rare released. Dedicated to disturbing sex acts, sadism, masochism, urine and fecal fetishes and lust, sodomy, and Much more. One of the most brilliant yet from Phil Hampson, The lyrics are as insane as could be expected as well. Support or your girl will be sucking some other penises soon! ;) Hail NUCLEAR DEATH CULT! \m/ Favorite track: The Crawling Grotesque Woman (Chapter 1).
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The Meat Of Its Underflesh I want to choke it until it moves no more; I want to squeeze its soft globes of flesh- until the two dark tops explode upwards; I want to tear open its body- pulling it in halves; I want to violate its insides; I want to adorn myself with its innards . . . I want to eat the meat of its underflesh. I want to eat the meat of its underflesh. Now if I say that I love you- will you be my girlfriend? I want to shave it completely- removing all of its hair; I want to peel away all of its flesh and wear it over my own; I want to drain all of its blood- and violate the empty husk; I want to break open its bones- and suck out the marrow- both red and yellow . . . I want to eat the meat of its underflesh. I want to eat the meat of its underflesh. Now if I say that I love you- will you be my girlfriend? I want to eat the meat of its underflesh.
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Stripper of Flatulent Terror There’s nowhere to hide- Let’s go for a ride- You may as well cry ‘til we get to the dark. There’s nowhere to hide- shit while you cry- piss ‘til you die- there’s nowhere to run! The world is dark; darker is my world and when you scream my torn flesh gets chills . . . When unseen things crawl out of me- and the tearing makes me scream- And your cries make the night go still- those things with teeth are now looking for you . . . There looking for you! There’s nowhere to hide- Let’s go for a ride- You may as well cry ‘til we get to the dark. There’s nowhere to hide- shit while you cry- piss ‘til you die- there’s nowhere to run! The world is dark; darker is my world and when you scream my torn flesh gets chills . . . And I watch as my severed erection penetrates your snatch- moan with pleasure now- those things of Mung are inside your slut womb- I feel sharp teeth nipping the tip of my dick . . . I help to roll you over on your stomach- so my genitals and the phallic shadows can desecrate your small rectum . . . There’s nowhere to hide- Let’s go for a ride- You may as well cry ‘til we get to the dark. There’s nowhere to hide- shit while you cry- piss ‘til you die- there’s nowhere to run! The world is dark; darker is my world and when you scream my torn flesh gets chills . . . Why are you laughing? You’re going to die but here’s the surprise: As I spread her perfect ass open I saw a brown eye just above her puckered hole- no, it’s you that will die in my eternal Night- said the strippers asshole in a voice of flatulence . . .
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A New One To Kill He hit him with a tool gun; at least that’s what they say. He really got him with a harpoon- then he went after the guys sister- for her, he planned horrible things. In an empty pool- he cut her many, many times- just as he did with his sister. He saw a roach. It was then he got diarrhea- thinking of what he’d done to his sister- how he hollowed her out and wore her insides- He wore his ass gruel with pride as he killed his new one . . .
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Oblivion (How I Loathe Thee) Blisters on my tongue; (the Messiah wept) And for the first time in days (I slept) I licked sweat from her breasts; (a prophet died) She came, and beetles poured from her cunt . . . (I drank Oblivion) I cut myself to breathe and the blood I bleed is black; I’ve drank myself near death, forever fucking a box of broken glass . . . The morning is unforgiving; the hooker next to me is dead. Black beetles lay in pools of urine; in my cock the glass is red . . . Blisters on my tongue; (the Messiah wept) And for the first time in days, (I slept) I licked sweat from her breasts; (a prophet died) She came, and beetles poured from her cunt . . . (I drank Oblivion) I suck the blood I breathe and I see black in my mind’s eye; I’ve drank myself out of life, forever yearning to fuck something alive! The days come and go and many die at my hands; Black beetles rise from pools of urine; in my head my cock is glass . . . (I drank Oblivion) Now the Abyss drinks of me . . . (I drank in the Abyss) Oblivion, how I loathe thee . . .
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Quest For An Inner Piece I am beyond ancient; I’m always searching, but never quite finding, the “soul” within my subjects. This never ending quest for an inner piece has left my tongue blackened; and flesh between my teeth . . . Alas my reptile love, Will we ever find the “piece”? The almighty organ that lives after Death: the eternal lie. I think not. A man dismembered, dissected; limbs and torso flayed open to draw air. At first my probing is delicate, then frantic; where’s the fucking “soul”?! A dead woman still warm; there are chains from my cock they’re attached to her breasts. I pull until she tears . . . And there within her ruined chest is a mouth with many teeth, and many eyes glazed in mortem. I pity this thing I’ve destroyed . . . In my search to find the mythic “soul”, I’ve learned many a dark art. My never ending quest for an inner piece has left my mind blackened; and flesh between my teeth . . .
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Immoral Ever After I can’t sleep- because I dream- and I see blood- everywhere; intestines make cobwebs with infants stuck in them. And a girl- half spider- crawls to them and she eats . . . Hush now, be still- for the babies aren’t sleeping- hush now- be quick before the shadows start bleeding your turn on the altar says the blonde witch always burning . . . Sleep for me, she says and the pain will go away scream for me, she says and the sleep will go away In her hand, my heart still beats- my blood pumps out and the shadows drink . . . I found the realm of sleep there dwells lust- in a black cathedral nuns and priests of some dark order fucking beasts- and some are dead; hermaphrodites- are serving drinks to those that watch- as the dark comes alive . . . And now my turn to lay upon the altar- My chest split open as a new heart I’m given I hear singing as I’m sewn back-up It’s my blonde witch no longer burning . . . Stand for me, she says And the pain will go away Touch my breasts, she says and the sleep will go away In her snatch, I grow hard and the blonde witch screams . . . Sleep for me, she says and the pain will go away scream for me, she says and the sleep will go away In my hands, there’s something dead a severed head licking its lips Let it suckle, the blonde witch says my blood pumps out as a severed head gives me head . . . I found the realm where lust never sleeps where dark things breathe by light through blood stained glass where human and beast share the same bed and where I’m bound to a blonde witch I desire I scream myself to sleep and smile and we live immoral ever after at least for a while . . .
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The Crawling Grotesque Woman (Chapter 1) I looked through a hole in a fence- to see the young woman’s body; but when she turned towards me, I saw the teeth that grew out all over her face! At noon the sky turned to dark and the black clouds bled razor blade drops of rain . . . I lurp back to the boneyard passed streets littered with dead people- pausing to taste the fresh red meat- town victims that the dagger storm left behind . . . And I turn and I see the grotesque girl crawling after me And I see that her face is covered in teeth I can’t see her nose or mouth At my tomb I turn to see the tooth-faced girl she’s on her knees at the bottom step to my home. Though I’m adorned in shadows- she sees me and is unafraid. My lust grows seeing her heaving breasts and bruised body. But all those teeth! Some are fanged- I must find a face among the dead for her to wear while we fuck . . .
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I Smile To Me A taste of waste at bedtime; she gives it to me upon request. Daughter of Labia I adore! And before I sleep, she pisses on me and I drink her urine . . . A taste of blood at Night; I take it from my new pet; a stray dog that I’ve given a home. And before I sleep, I will cut its throat; And I will drink all its blood . . . A taste of waste in the morning; I piss in a cup and Labia drinks it; In my reflection, is the other me; from beyond the glass, he is smiling. While behind me Labia shits on a plate- my breakfast is almost ready . . . A taste of blood at Night; I take it from a hooker. She’s epileptic and I brought her home. And before I sleep, I will cut her throat; but I won’t drink her blood because she’s gross . . . I see the other me in my reflection- with a shit-eating grin- I smile to me . . .
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In Lunacy We Lust It’s not the moon that causes lunacy. It’s when he likes her and she likes me. Like if pigs and dogs decide to fuck; or I like her and he likes him . . . I see a couple holding hands. The way they act it makes me sick. True love forever, it won’t last- In a month, the chick will suck my dick . . . I am the Lurper OCD in black cape and stocking mask. I bask in the misery of love, lust and hate- I dine on the steaming piles of shit left by fate . . . I hate the Sun- I like dark clouds. I like it cold - like your mother’s womb. Here’s a shovel now dig your hole- it’s like I told you, the girl would suck my pole . . . Actually I had to dose her- with GHB and I had to force her; I took some pics and just had to post them- the boyfriend freaked- yeah, I’m a monster . . . I am the Lurper OCD in black cape and stocking mask- I bask in the misery of love, lust and hate- and drink the moans and piss- with love’s feces I fornicate . . .

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released July 12, 2016

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Feral Viscera Phoenix, Arizona

PhilH is the former guitarist/songwriter for Nuclear Death. Along side Feral Viscera, is theband Whorror. These two bands make up The Nuclear Death Cult. Visit the website wnevilminds.wixsite.com/nucleardeathcult

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