SONG LYRICS & CHORDS (D)

Down in the Carnal Abbyss... / Dying in this putrid place / Pale dissected bodies rot......

I'm dead... I feel so... / I'm shocked by horrible visions / A dream? ...Delirium?...

I'm dead meat - you took away my rights / To be a part of your society / A life-time in prison wouldn't justify...

Hey, here I am, I'm feelin' good / Takin' a ride on a hot summer night / 'cause on a long, hot, hot summer night...

Dysenteric recrements retrained in your bowels / Disolving gastric mucose by fermenting rot / Collapsing colon dilating small intestine...

... If I can't have my food / I'll have her arteries / Devouring in love...

..Pale skin shines in the darkness of the morgue / Deathlike atmosphere is filled with the stench of rot / Displeasant, repulsive and grim...

Six feet down rot sets in / Putrefactive bacteria under the marbled skin / Acid liquid liquids and enzymes are released...

Early at mourning I go to the morgue / I have my breakfast on a dismembered corpse / Dissecting its organs whistling as I work...

Early at mourning I go to the morgue / I have my breakfast on a dismembered corpse / Dissecting its organs whistling as I work...

Six feet down rot sets in / Putrefactive bacteria (Grows) under the marbled skin / Acid liqid liquids and enzimes are released...

For heaven sake, what I have done? / All I can do now is hide / The other part is stronger again...

I'm fed up with these fuckin' assholes / Wish 'em all disease, hope they die / From cancer in their mind...

Witches been slaughtered at the stakes / they've been burned, 'cause / they were in league with Satan...

So you been to school / For a year or two / And you know you've seen it all...

I kneel in front of the altar / it's covered with flowers / I pray to lord jesus...

A smell of rottenness in the air / The mud is fuckin´ deep / His body is a living wreck...

In my Life I never asked / for anybody's assistance / I'd rather go about my own affairs...

The Roman army is marching again / The empire is growing / An all destroying war machine...

Now make your duty / Kill the new born child / Fill the blood in the black shrine...

The gates of hell are opened wide / Legions of death are rushin' trough. / Those are leaded by satan's might...

The mankind is dump, devouring all junk / The priests are serving for truth / Charity's their hobby and heaven's their hope...

You feel lonely, nothing is worse / Who cares about you? / People treat you like an animal...

(In which the final grim realization is reached) / “The mob, which was immense... received with shouts the solitary wretch who found his way to the gallows out of the five or six who seem not less guilty than he.” - Sir Walter Scott, 28t​ h​ of January 1829 / “...The town of Edinburgh was filled with an immense crowd of spectators, from all places of the surrounding country, to witness the execution of a Monster, whose crime stands unparalleled in the annals of Scotland.” - Edinburgh Broadsheet 1829...

(A welcome to the ghoulish age of late-Georgian Scottish grave-robbery and a warning to the bereaved) / “The security inspired by rank and wealth against these irreverent intrusions on the sanctuary of the dead, is, as we all know, a mistaken confidence, since neither marble nor / heraldry is a protection against such practices; for what the audacious atrocity of the resurrection-man cannot, the venality of the sexton certainly, will accomplish” - Thomas Wakely, The Lancet newspaper 1832...

(In which most unwholesome paths are set upon by our protagonists, the future Dr. Knox and young William Hare, to the chagrin of polite society) / “These heads of the profession convert the science of which they are ever chattering, into a mean and sordid trade, and those institutions which were founded in the purest spirit of benevolence and philanthropy, are transformed into warehouses of human wretchedness” - ​The​ ​Lancet ​newspaper​ ​editorial 1829 / “It is disgusting to talk of anatomy as a science, whilst it is cultivated by a means of practices which would disgrace a race of cannibals” - ​The​ ​Lancet newspaper​ ​editorial 1832...

They blind your mind / You're mama's blued eyed boy / They make you eat something...

Light falls again / Here I am, waiting for your lies to hurt me / But its one of your smiles that turned me around...

She smiles at me / Undercover of a cigarette / I'm alone in the cool night...

Young boy say you got a bad attitude / A problem child, a creature of a mis-spent youth / On Monday morning you’re working the protection line...