Текст песни Raise the Pestilence - Disgorge

Raise the Pestilence

Ages of gorerotted sinful carnage\nLives through my dampening mind\nDefiling all my rancid perverse aims\nWorshipping all kind of putrid maims\nWithin the realms of narcotic fantasy\nBlists my desires of reeking infamy\nVile ghastly enucleating your arteries\nIn frenzied bloodshed pieces\nA flatulent gallery of grotesqueries\nFor my awful spiked of sin sentiments\nStill purulent bags full of slag\nRemains slimy between this inhume site\nAbominably obsessed with pus\nLiving for vomit, blood and guts\nTwisted waste of eructating gnaw\nGrinding whirlwind of insanity\nRancious conjurings of the rot\nMixed with pot and steaming curdling clots\nVoices\nFrom beyond I must follow and obey\nGrumes\nOf tender soggyness crawls in this mess\nFestering memories\nOf pain and suffering\nOf many vanquished meat for slaying\nRigor mortis collapses\nPutrid afterglow\nInvoking my lurking desires\nI beg for f*cking more\nSeptic carrion effluve ecstasy\nBrings this plunder trance of lunacy\nMy fervour of the dead I must command\nSickening sensations when I suck your glans\nEntombed relics of malicious art\nSadistic I boil when I collage your ward\nHow f*ckin adore your funk in necrose\nPuking once for more to obtain waste from below\nMercyless attraction for the pungent dues\nA gruesome bliss invades my narcotic fumes\nI raise the dead\nI live for sin\nI f*ckin raise\nThe pestilence