Coins Upon The Eyes
Place these coins upon your eyes
The final payment in your necrotic tithe
And so the gleam that rendered you blind
Affords the last entertainment you'll ever buy
Filthy lucre's gleam - leaves you excoriated at the seams
The rented corpse you've been, now teems, a necrovore's unburied dream
Coin of the realm misspent - another grey life, came and went
Sundered and rent, your carcass spent upon the wheel unbent
Coins - upon the eyes
You paid to live, now pay to die
A lifetime bled out by degrees
Haemorrhaging figuratively
Now as you pay the final fee
It comes to pass quite literally
Evil's root unquenched - from your cold dead hands your legacy wrenched
Into the trench to stench along the other dead blood-drenched
Mortgaged life past due - just as you knew you'd one day rue
The contract in blood they drew, you signed and what ensued is that they ran you through
Coins - upon the eyes
You paid to live, now pay to die
Now pay to die
DIE!
[x4]
Die - even as you think you live
Die - with all you have to give
Die - lifesblood drained as through a sieve
Die - with all your regrets to forgive - never forgive
[Lead - Matt]
[Lead - Bud]
This tenebrous tariff will cost you dear
In sweat and blood, but please no tears
Clinking coppers fall upon dead ears
Overdrawn and overtaxed for years
Coffin nails are never still - ever more plots we've yet to fill
Another deposit in the till, gravehills, rising grim and still
Some say that death is dead - it's all undertaking, too much overhead
But in sooth I'm in the red, in my deathbed I repose obscenely overfed
Coins - upon the eyes
You paid to live, now pay to die
The Shape Of Deaths To Come
An endless funeral procession marches on
Numbed and grey as they delay their slow decay into the ground
Nameless tombs amid the gloom, await like shadowed, grim cocoons
They are the dead and this dirge is their swansong
Those of the unlife infest the carcass of the world
Bloodless eyes look to the sky as their flag is unfurled
Marionettes dance out their days pulled by razor-wire strings
Inching nearer to their graves with every requiem they sing
Dust to destiny they inherit a dying world undone
An oblong box to mold them, in the shape of deaths to come
Upon battered, shredded heartstrings, their threnody strummed
Lives without meaning form the shape of deaths to come
The shape of deaths to come
Dead words fall on dead ears to fill dead time
As into their gilded coffins, they eagerly climb
To die out their last days, in a wasteful, putrid haze
And so en masse, at last they deteriorate into decline
Those of the unlife ingest the carcass of the world
Slobbering lips are licked as their banner is unfurled
Puppeteers slash a danse macabre with their razor-wire strings
Dragging us deeper into the grave with every requiem - we sing
Dust to destiny they inherit a dying world undone
An oblong box to mold them, in the shape of deaths to come
Upon battered, shredded heartstrings, their threnody strummed
Lives without meaning form the shape of deaths to come
The shape of deaths to come
[Lead - Matt]
[Lead - Bud]
Those of the unlife disgorge the carcass of the world
Onto platters of splatter as our napkins are unfurled
Led to feast on our undoing as a marionette upon its strings
As we succumb to derangement this requiem we sing
Necrocracy
A moribund procession, rots its way through the streets
Eagerly slavering for the essence they'll secrete
Smearing the walls of the world, with mephitic putrescence
They drag all within it, to their state of excrescence
Necrocracy
One nation buried under the debt
Necrocracy
One nation rotting under the dead
Necrocracy
A nation nursed on bile, filth, and gall
Necrocracy
With gibbeting and pustules for all
Under blighted skies, a foul banner is raised
As the feast now begins, for all that decays
The reek of the slaughter, mars the smog-stricken skies
And the heady thrill of the kill, bloodstains dead livid eyes
Necrocracy
One nation rabid under the sword
Necrocracy
One nation ravenous and engorged
Necrocracy
A nation nursed on bile, filth, and gall
Necrocracy
With gibbeting and pustules for all
A morbid chorus cries out, "unlife is now birth"
And proclaims its dominion, over all the earth
[Lead - Bud]
A mordant chorus descants "only the dead truly live"
A decrepit decree that we must never forgive
[Lead - Matt]
Necrocracy
One nation gorged to their grue-glutted fill
Necrocracy
One nation wallows in a cesspool of swill
Necrocracy
A nation nursed on bile, filth, and gall
Necrocracy
With gibbeting and pustules for all
Dysmorphic
The things you see and believe
The reflection displays quite differently
Dysmorphic impressions held tenaciously
Open your eyes, behold reality
If you can bear the disappointment
When you see what you truly are
If you can choke back the repulsion
At all of your pustules, buboes, and scars
Dysmorphic - vision of self and state
Honor and compassion, avarice and hate
Dysmorphic - reflection forever barred
Can't accept what we truly are - dysmorphic
Sickened, you infect all that has occurred
With twisted truths and honeyed words
The soothing deceptions you've always heard
As you shamble along immured in the absurd
Twisted self-image cultivated
Self-gratifying death mask to hide behind
Dysmorphic animus to turn your eyes from
The rotting truth you would find
Dysmorphic - vision of self and state
Honor and compassion, avarice and hate
Dysmorphic - reflection forever barred
Can't believe how disgusting we truly are
Dysmorphic - vision, from many one
The truth undone before we begun
Dysmorphic - spawned from slaughter and war
Can't accept ourselves as we truly are - dysmorphic
Dysmorphic - eyes that cannot, will not see
Dysmorphic - distasteful truths exhumed from your mind's cemetery
[Lead - Matt]
[Lead - Bud]
So scrub the blood from your conscience
With a steady stream of comforting lies
Prey-like sheep as you stand ankle-deep
In a river of corpses left behind
Dysmorphic - vision of self and state
Honor and compassion, avarice and hate
Dysmorphic - reflection forever barred
Can't believe how disgusting we truly are
Dysmorphic - vision, from many one
The truth undone before we begun
Dysmorphic - spawned from slaughter and war
Can't accept ourselves as we truly are - dysmorphic
Sickened
The first ripening pustule - reared its black head today
A mephitic harbinger - of inexorable decay
Carbuncles and buboes - weeping welts to ensue
Blood bears infection - as it courses through
In sickness as in health - sickened by the sight
Of myself in the mirror - cowering from the light
Sickened in heart and mind - bowed beneath this blight
Flesh suppurates - blood drains to white
Once infected death's grip seizes through my veins
Blackening sores erupt, fever boils through my brains
A contagious affliction, sputum expectorates red
Sickened unto the grave
As epidermal revulsion marks me as soon to be dead
Sickened unto the grave
Sickened - unto the grave
My family and neighbors - come shun my face
For fear of infection - I'll be left to my fate
Writhing in dejection - in an abhorrent state
My blood drains to white - sickened unto the grave
The pustules rupture - a foul, fetid spew
Swollen piles leaking - infectious, discolored grue
My shocking reflection - I no longer recognize
As I succumb to decay - before my festered eyes
The only solace I find is that as the contagion spreads
I'll be joined by you all amongst the numberless dead
A contagious affliction, sputum expectorates red
Sickened unto the grave
As epidermal revulsion marks me as soon to be dead
Sickened unto the grave
Sickened - unto the grave
Life looms somewhere forgotten in a feverish haze
As my extremities contort beneath my gore-grizzled gaze
Waking hours turned to nightmare as my senses decay
And my blood drains to white, sickened unto the grave
There's a ripening reek that emanates from my crotch
And I dare not speak the horrid shade of the blotch
That marks my face as one soon to be at death's door
As I now become totally rotten to the gore - totally rotten to the gore
[Lead - Bud]
[Lead - Matt]
[Lead - Bud]
As my bowels liquefy and my skin sloughs away
Sickened unto the grave
I welcome the cold comfort of death's black embrace
Sickened unto the grave
Sickened - unto the grave
[Lead - Matt]
(So Passes) The Glory Of Death
Terminal condition, rampant infection spread too far - leaving many scars
Cadaverous contagion, to necrotize, slash, and mar - blood now black as tar
Repugnant epidemic, deadened hearts beat as one - keeping time with death's drum
The rotting now systemic, the end at last must come - now the grue starts to run
A global funeral, a worldwide wake
Lay it all to rest, for the worms to take
Experiment that failed, we now must help it die
And let our death knell now decry:
Sic transit gloria mortem
So passes the glory of death
Sic transit gloria mortem
So long unrecognized, dying once disguised as life - on the edge of a knife
But lift the putrid veil, beyond the pale and see the light - existence wrought with strife
A shattered hope undone, the dead were taught they'd none to serve - a brutal lesson unlearned
They then enthroned, 'pon their own bones the masters that they deserved - for a gravesite reserved
A global funeral, a worldwide wake
Lay it all to rest, for the worms to take
Experiment that failed, we now must help it die
And let our death knell now decry:
Sic transit gloria mortem
So passes the glory of death
Sic transit gloria mortem
So passes the glory - of death...
For the glory of death - so many caskets were nailed
For the glory of death - so many bloody banners were hailed
For the glory of death - so many putrefying years
For the glory of death - we present an anthem to fall on dead ears
[Lead - Bud]
Sign the death certificate, tag the toe, close the box - and let it rot
Place this vile grotesquery in the vault and turn the lock - and pray it's forgot
Misshapen and horrendous, filthy, diseased, and impure - a necrotopia obscure
Better off reduced to ash thus its extinction assured - but bury it deep, to be sure
A global funeral, a worldwide wake
Lay it all to rest, for the worms to take
Experiment that failed, we now must help it die
And let our death knell now decry:
Sic transit gloria mortem
So passes the glory of death
Sic transit gloria mortem
So passes the glory - of death...
Ravening
Gorging - the glut of grue consumed, vigorously
Swollen, distended appetites - deformed prosperity
Ingesting - the inhumed inhumane, indiscriminately
The all-consuming, never stopping - virulent voracity
And as you toil, they reap the despoiled
A ravening
Voracious hungering
Consuming, slavering, a ravening, so sickening
Ever feeding - ravening
Swallowing - your self subsumed, insidiously
Your life, your death, your thoughts entombed - so callously
Regurgitating - repugnant retch repeated, endlessly
A malignant mantra metastasized - takes hold internally
And as you build, their graveyards you'll fill
A ravening
Voracious hungering
Consuming, slavering, a ravening, so sickening
Ever feeding - ravening
[Lead - Bud]
[Lead - Matt]
Slaking - they sup salivating, salaciously
Bottomless hunger never sated - consume gratuitously
Accumulating - avariciously accruing, acrimoniously
Coffers and coffins overflow - in horrific harmony
And as you slave, you save your masters the task of digging your grave
A ravening
Voracious hungering
Consuming, slavering, a ravening, so sickening
Ever feeding - ravening
Carrion Call
All who walk 'mongst the graves through the murk and the gloom
You that crawl to the depths of the filth in the tomb
So obsessed with the fruits of the autopsy room
Heed this carrion call, join with the exhumed
A voice descanting dirges
Upon dead ears these requiems fall
The cacophony of our vilest urges
Indulge them one, indulge them all
Come six feet deep to our level
And heed this carrion call
Join this repugnant revel
Heed the carrion call
Those who shudder at filth but can't turn away
Deaf to love songs that but cloy and betray
When life is a tomb you can do naught but decay
Heed this carrion call to snatch your carcass away
A voice descanting dirges
Upon dead ears these requiems fall
The cacophony of our vilest urges
Indulge them one, indulge them all
Come six feet deep to our level
And heed this carrion call
Join this repugnant revel
Heed the carrion call
The carrion call - ringing out long and clear, foul and loud
The carrion call - an intoxicating reek spreads like a noxious cloud
The carrion call - a blast of fetid, stinking, putrid air
The carrion call - you reek to high heaven, but you no longer care
[Lead - Bud]
Join with the dead, hold high your severed head
From our graves to the streets we're inexorably led
Stink through the night as we paint the town red
Awash in the ichor we've all willingly bled
A voice descanting dirges
Upon dead ears these requiems fall
The cacophony of our vilest urges
Indulge them one, indulge them all
Come six feet deep to our level
And heed this carrion call
Join this repugnant revel
Heed the carrion call
The Rotting
Deep within the grave
Where the cadaver lies decayed - there lurks the rotting
Within every fetid corpse
This process festers on its course - to speed the rotting
Its ubiquity cannot be denied - a gruesome trade, sempiternally plied
From the waste in which we wallow
To the flesh we gluttonously swallow - we consume the rotting
In rubbish bins of medical waste
Awaits the horrendous, wretched taste - of the rotting
That first whiff sure to nauseate - and its rancid fruit we regurgitate
The rotting's coming
The end it brings
The rotting is the destiny of all that's breathing
The rotting's strumming
On your heartstrings
The rotting's coming - 'til you're the corpse that we're bereaving
In the slither of the grubs
The maggots writhing in their chum - there feed the rotting
In suppurating stools
That dribble ichor into pools - there reeks the rotting
The grue that binds us together - is everyone devouring one another
The rotting's coming
The end it brings
The rotting is the destiny of all that's breathing
The rotting's strumming
On your heartstrings
The rotting's coming - 'til you're the corpse that we're bereaving
The rotting
[Lead - Matt]
[Lead - Bud]
The humble and the great
All consumed by the same fate - become the rotting
In its blackening embrace
All is eventually erased - by the rotting
The putrid waste upon which we've built our lives - as we decay, maggots and weevils thrive
The rotting's coming
It was here all along
The rotting is an acrid, stinking, putrid savor
The rotting's strumming
Its discordant song
The rotting's thrumming
A defective dirge to scourge your neighbors
The rotting
The Beginning After The End
[Bonus Track]
Not Yet Dead Enough
[Bonus Track]
E Pluribus, Mortem
[Bonus Track]
Chewed Up, Spit Out
[Bonus Track]
Go For The Throat
[Bonus Track]