Impaled - To Die For lyrics

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[music - Andrew LaBarre]

[lyrics - Ross Sewage]

A liturgist in the realm of filth and gore

Augean bard of æsculapian deviance

Fables I've made, sick stories I've parlayed

For the rapt attention of my heinous

Despised rottrephile, the object of my infection

A gore hound obsessed with the extreme and obscene

In manic obesciance, I pledge my devotion

Composing sonnets of horror for my ghoul fiend

Penny dreadfuls are met apathetically

Asomatous, they are mere words

For a worthy offering I need tangible death

The pen has proved fallible to the might of the swords

For my Bathorial maiden, I'll kill and maim

For our victims, the future proves bleak

I'll slice throats in her bloody name

Rending other's flesh that in me is so weak

Excisions and slices and cuts to their integument

My finesse with cutlery, she doth inspire

Collecting a bouquet of offal, my regiment

Trophies to admire

Dislimbed torsos and severed craniums

Disinterred innards and human chum

Though I present this sanguine tribute

It's never enough and still I'm rebuked

A grandiose gesture, I require for a petulent madamned

Gutted, my entrails will be preserved in canopic vials

Formaldehyde and alcohol are meted into jars

Lacerating extremities, a fitting end to these trials

Incised omentum, avulsed intestines

Abdominal evisceration, self-dissection

Mellifluent gore is met with ennui

My tragic reward is naught but death's kiss

Consciousness falters as blood flows from my head

Lay me down to die, nothing is better than this