[music: Mike, Stefan / lyrics: Bastian / guit. solo: Stefan] Maimed, killed, stabbed Slain, shot, sliced Hung, burnt, chopped Multiple ways to die Once
[Istrumental]
Ready to die Doused with fluid Blow torch flaming It's time to die Roasted alive Death... burning flesh Corpse... ashes left Deranged bloodlust Burning corpses
In feeling comfortable with corpses and admiring, their conventional lifestyle, because it isn't mine. And now they'll feel, and now you'll feel. I hope
She had a corpse under her bed he had her fun but now he's dead hear momma said come feed desire her brother said hey, throw her on the fire this is
To keep on living Shallow breathing Please get off my chest It's growing Where do I turn Never knowing Where do I turn! Dancing death right behind the door (The Corpses
the maggot-lined trunk The beautiful act of blowing the chunk From the earth, they'll arise Regurgitation of corpses Vomit...decay The regurgitation of corpses
Through birth we sign the proclamation of the doomed We climb the corpses of refinement each day in attempt to bring us one step closer to our goal of
sucked dry Kiss them goodnight and wave them goodbye Only tools and corpses, only tools and corpses work Only tools and corpses, only tools and corpses Opened gashes and visible bone shown Terrified corpses
[lyrics: Stevo /september 1990 / and music: Stevo and Mark/may 1991] The bleak sun rises through the smog stained clouds The day begins in a very somber
final breath approaches, as death closes in When will she turn from her lies Millions of people, will your fate reign down from the sky On the City of Corpses
Semen tastes like gunmetal she said smiling, the arms of boys drowning in fire reaching for the rungs of my rib cage. These pills I take in the witching
inflictions Herd the masses inhuman procession Corrupt slaughter the people in torment Genocidal kill the weak for the supreme race Bodies piled up in their tombs Corpses
In "Out of the will" we looked at the mercifulness of God And here we have the second half, for those who repent not In Nahum, after Jonah had long since
sanity Worldwide plague, religious rape All in gods name, a world in suffering An eternal trail of corpses An eternal trail of corpses Final desecration
Translation: Caliban. Certainty...corpses Bleed Cold.
Translation: Cattle Decapitation. The Regurgitation Of Corpses.
Translation: Devildriver. Digging Up The Corpses.