Disgorge

Raise the Pestilence

Disgorge


Ages of gorerotted sinful carnage 
Lives through my dampening mind 
Defiling all my rancid perverse aims 
Worshipping all kind of putrid maims 

Within the realms of narcotic fantasy 
Blists my desires of reeking infamy 
Vile ghastly enucleating your arteries 
In frenzied bloodshed pieces 

A flatulent gallery of grotesqueries 
For my awful spiked of sin sentiments 
Still purulent bags full of slag 
Remains slimy between this inhume site 

Abominably obsessed with pus 
Living for vomit, blood and guts 
Twisted waste of eructating gnaw 
Grinding whirlwind of insanity 

Rancious conjurings of the rot 
Mixed with pot and steaming curdling clots 

Voices 
From beyond I must follow and obey 
Grumes 
Of tender soggyness crawls in this mess 

Festering memories 
Of pain and suffering 
Of many vanquished meat for slaying 
Rigor mortis collapses 
Putrid afterglow 
Invoking my lurking desires 
I beg for fucking more 

Septic carrion effluve ecstasy 
Brings this plunder trance of lunacy 
My fervour of the dead I must command 
Sickening sensations when I suck your glans 

Entombed relics of malicious art 
Sadistic I boil when I collage your ward 
How fuckin adore your funk in necrose 
Puking once for more to obtain waste from below 
Mercyless attraction for the pungent dues 
A gruesome bliss invades my narcotic fumes 

I raise the dead 
I live for sin 
I fuckin raise 
The pestilence