1. |
The Crawling Grotesque
01:32
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2. |
Rigor Mortis
02:17
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Rigor Mortis
Rising up from a shallow grave-
the dirt falls from your face-
a lurping pile of mottled mush
and oozing pus . . .
Rigor mortis is setting in
after waking up from Death;
your body starts to petrify-
deformed and hardens flesh;
intensifying feeling is swelling
in your head-
but there’s nothing you can do
because you’re already dead.
No more blood flows
soon you’ll be bones;
now you feel your guts-
hardening like stone.
Loathing your Death!
Screaming out in agony-
the after Death that’s numb-
now you can no longer feel,
the after Death that’s spread . . .
Rigor mortis is setting in
after waking up from Death;
your body starts to petrify-
deformed and hardens flesh;
intensifying feeling is swelling
in your head-
but there’s nothing you can do
because you’re already dead.
Crawling back to your shallow grave,
you pull the dirt up over your face-
your corpse now stiffened with rot-
the ghastly horror is finally done-
Intensifying feeling is swelling
in your head-
but there’s nothing you can do
because you’re already dead.
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3. |
The Seventh Nun
04:02
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The Seventh Nun
(of Louviers)
Seven nuns are holy;
one must fall.
Seven nuns unholy,
all must fall.
Possessed by sexual lust,
the Nuns of Louviers . . .
Seven nuns are fucked
amidst the shadows of the cross
they scream for the pleasures of Hell
but to their lord their cunts belong . . .
One priest fulfills
Rites of Darkness;
Seven nuns accept
all that is evil . . .
Possessed by sexual lust,
the Nuns of Louviers . . .
Seven nuns are fucked
amidst the shadows of the cross
they scream for the pleasures of Hell
but to their lord their cunts belong . . .
Within darkened chambers-
Lesbian Rites;
embracing the dead
within the grave.
Possessed by sexual lust,
the Nuns of Louviers . . .
Seven nuns are fucked
amidst the shadows of the cross
they scream for the pleasures of Hell
but to their lord their cunts belong . . .
Seven nuns unholy-
lesbian cunts!
Condemned to burn-
the nuns of Louviers . . .
Seven nuns are burned
amidst the shadows of the cross;
they died for the church of “god”-
but to Satan their souls are lost . . .
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4. |
Necrobestiality
02:40
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Necrobestiality
Welcome to the minds of the morbid,
Death's plan revealed to all
a sanctuary secluded in darkness,
a haven for demented lust.
Apprentice to the jackal,
creature of darkened desires-
demons haunting his mind,
a sickness which grows from within . . .
Disgusting nest of fifth, breeding forth his disease
suffering through this life, his mind exists no more!
Sheltered from the light of day, he awaits the Night
masturbating in the dark and praying to his god.
Vulture of inhuman needs, his hunger can no longer wait-
fucking animals long dead, bodies encrusted in the street.
Disgusting nest of fifth, breeding forth this disease
suffering through this life, his mind exists no more!
Desecrate . . . mutilate . . . the beast of a lesser god
Copulate . . . with the dead . . . animal lying in the street
Sickness dwells . . . within his soul . . .
to consume the flattened beast-
Antichrist . . . fuck you all . .!
The fucked shall inherit the earth!
Decaying flesh of discarded lives-
animal skulls without eyes-
rancid stench it draws the flies-
inhuman creep, a corpse his bride . . .
Living in a nest of filth-
breeding forth his disease-
suffering through his mind,
his life exists no more . . .
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5. |
Feral Viscera
00:56
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Feral Viscera
Is it my mind within your life?
As I tear open your throat-
Or is it my life within your mind?
as I suck on your open wound . . .
I lay within your viscera-
cold and wet against my flesh.
Together we dream of darkness
and of death, my only love . . .
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6. |
Lurker In The Closet
02:49
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Lurker in the Closet:
A ”Fairy” Tale
Little boy with little penis
plays his organ in the dark;
his lust will forever be
with the feces of his homosexual lovers;
the boy will forever dine
on the feces of his homosexual lovers;
Little boy, perverted boy
don't grow up- just die . . .
I've always been with him
in the dark, out of sight . . .
all these years he's sickened me
he's gone the way of the 'fairy' . . .
he's come out of the closet
and he's tasted his lover's penis
after it's been in his own anus . . .
the bastard sickens me- I must leave . . .
So this is how the tale ends:
A boy grows up to be a man
who loves other men by way of anus . . .
and the monster in the closet comes out and leaves
taking with him the fairy man's penis
feading it to the first hungry dog he finds . . .
"Wake up fairy man, your corpse smells . . . !"
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7. |
Carrion For Worm
01:48
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Carrion for Worm
He was born or the deformed-
his name is Worm; because he looks like one . . .
He was a side show freak-
repulsively small . . . a sight to be seen.
Those not afraid would laugh . . .
Now he has fled; gone to ground-
in a cemetery . . .
Because I saw him emerging from a hole-
something dangling from his mouth-
he must have seen me and followed me home . . .
Now no one believes me.
They think that after intercourse
with my little sister,
that I mangled her stomach . . .
They're partly right;
I did have sex with my little sister,
but it was Worm who ate his way
out of her stomach . . .
. . . and now he's gone . . .
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Spawn Song
(of Necrobestiality)
A dog playing in garbage;
an image of hyenas and death’s leftovers.
A dog playing with a dead fish found amidst the debris . . .
He smells the air -
the juices of the spoiled fish,
the sour garbage and the sex of the dog . . .
As the sky turns to dark he follows the dog by way of alleys.
He has an erection . . .
He rises up out of the dirt and he pretends to breathe;
the beauty of the setting sun
brings a depraved glamour to his Night . . .
He fucks the dog
and breaks its neck
and leaves the corpse in dirt-
He must desecrate
that which lives
so he can pretend to breathe . . .
He is the corpse that kissed the leper
and pulled away with the lepers tongue.
He was seen by the roadside fucking something dead . . .
It rises up out of the dirt
and it pretends to breathe;
It is the corpse of a dog
and it is pregnant . . .
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Return of the Feasting Witch
My grandfather hunted witches
when he was a young man.
He would always find them guilty
and then he would burn them . . .
"Mother, grandfathers dead in his bed
and his head has been chewed on . . . "
My father hunts witches now.
He's a holy man; he lives by the bible . . .
he hunts the witches, condemn them,
hurts their bodies and burns them . . .
"...but now he's not moving and he's smiling from ear to ear,
and he's drooling red . . ."
I've seen mother nude
I've seen my reflection.
I've seen mother nude
being sodomized by dogs.
I’ve heard Mother cumming
when fucking Demons of the Dark!
I've seen my mother enjoying anal love with dogs and hairy demons;
“ . . . and the death of my father and grandfather don't bother me,
but the taste of their meat upsets my stomach. . . .”
The sleeping plague has awakened . . .
The vampiric witch is sated . . .
Mother of all impurity . . .
Ave, thy hated heart, ave . . .!
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10. |
Bones of the Lip
01:36
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Bones of the Lip
The old man we were studying
began speaking of his “god”;
we don’t need his faith-
we are going to abort his child.
But the old man dies,
and yet the child lives
and when it is born,
I morbidly wondered
if the abomination in the womb
would suckle it’s dead father/mother’s penis . . .
For five days the corpse was still with smell
except for the bloated abdomen which pulsed with life;
and on the sixth day
the child came . . .
“My dear, I can still hear the thing scream,
and mew and suck the blood from my three companions . . .
and I hid fast away and lost my senses . . .
I watched it comb their meat with its talons
and it made a web of their intestines . . .
And here I am . . . safely tucked away.
I laugh, I cry . . .
and the man in the next cell
screams and gibbers of Vampyres;
I laugh, I cry . . .
and I believe him;
for I saw the thing’s face-
the bones of the lip!
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11. |
The Art of Veins
03:41
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12. |
The Guinea Man Dreams
03:18
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The Guinea Man dreams
I remember needing the money,
because I didn’t have a home.
And “they” needed a subject for an experiment-
“they” paid me well, then “they” put me to sleep . . .
And I dreamed: that someone held a flame
on the back of my legs behind the knees- or so it felt.
But then I remembered- being knee-deep in venomous spiders-
someone was just draining the pus . . .
And I dreamed: that the flame moved to my groin;
it felt as though someone was running a razor along the underside of my penis,
but then I remembered the many injections “they” made
just above my groin . . . thought I was healing . . .
But my chest began to burn, felt as though many hands
began prying it apart . . . and “they” were . . .
“they” were . . . tearing me apart . . .
“So much pus”, I heard someone say.
“This one’s no good . . .”
I heard another, “Throw it away . . .”
Throw me away . . .
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Rhyme of The Ancient Urinal
I drank with demons
in a tavern by the abyss . . .
a banquet of delicious sluts
catered to my every carnal need . . .
but somehow I lost my way;
and I fell into the black . . .
and when I came awake,
I was buried in pubic hair . . .
But I was not alone;
for I could hear the cries of others;
we were all choking on greasy,
curled hairs . . .
drowning in this mad pubic sea . . .
When from somewhere above,
came a voice of thunder and promise:
“’tis but a game;
be the first to the top
and wealth and freedom are yours . . .”
Insanity propelled me up;
but wet smooth walls brought me down
and I swallowed thick wet clumps
of coarse, curled hair;
my nose is filled with the sour smell
of genital dander . . .
Yet I fought through the obscene
down of testicles;
my stomach engorged with crotch locks;
grasping the rim, I emerged
in a spray of vomit . . .
When came the voice of thunder:
“Brand him and push him back under”-
they lied and then searing pain on my face-
and I was kicked back down
into the frothing piss and pubes of the Urinal Sea . . .
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14. |
Son of Insect-born
03:48
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Son of Insect-born
I am part man and part cockroach.
I was born of a daughter raped.
Who knew I’d live to see the day,
When I could hunt down human prey.
I have a thirst for human blood
and I tear off the finger nails
and I tear away the toe nails
then I eat the shit before I play . . .
Mother re-born . . . through me she lives!
Mother re-born . . . through me she lives!
When I crawled from my Mother’s sac,
there were others just like me.
From the old man that raped his girl-
he had curse-infected sperm.
When he saw what crawled from Mom,
he screamed and crushed the smallest ones
but there were too many for him to kill
and I was one of the larger ones . . .
Mother re-born . . . through me she lives!
Mother re-born . . . through me she lives!
Mom died; she lost all her blood.
We drank all that she left for us.
Then we ate off her finger nails;
we lived for months off her green-rot flesh.
I live with my Mother’s bones.
All my brothers and sisters left.
I grew into insect/human form-
I am son of incest born!
I grew into insect/human form-
I am son of insect born!
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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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