Текст (слова) песни: Haemorrhage - Dissect, Exhume, Devour...
Early at mourning I go to the morgue I have my breakfast on a dismembered corpse Dissecting its organs whistling as I work Beholding my carnage, I delight on gore
I love my profession as mortuary technician So funny, macabre and sick I am alone when my workdays ends Corpses are my only friends
Cemetery at midnight is my favourite place Disturbing the quietus I break open the grave Digging up the coffin, grabbin knife and fork Smell the putrefaction... I feast on the rot
Nocturnal party of greedy necrophagia Carving out putrid remains Ingesting toxines from rotting exudate I`m addicted to ptomaine
Extracting rancid fats Used as sauce for raw guts Decrepit dinner is served I`m hungry for maggoty flesh
Festered offals garnished with gall Gastronomic funeral Delicious taste of dead Gnawned bones is all that left
(repeat 2nd verse)
Dissect... Exhume... Devour... Vomit!!!!!!!
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