Luyện nghe bài hát Blood Bath

[music - Sean McGrath and Leon del
- Ross Sewage]

Necrotic ooze from a carafe
for a blood bath

In the morgue lies a treasure trove of compounds decaying
A trocar out the blood while a sphincter suffers my raking
With of ichor and surplus of fces, the dead are so giving
A boundless supply of foetid excretions compels me to the stench of
the

My sullied with the filth of life
Vomit of my pores with which I am
In my crepitated pits bacteria
Momentarily subdued by morbid dive

Cadaverous fats boiled into soap for a rotten
Ensanguine mix of excreta and chyme, the cleanser I gathered
Putrescent spilth and human squab over the lip of my tub
Soaking in the dead, skeletal remains and scrub

A cauldron teeming wasted corse
This mortal soiled with pus and

Out, out spot, caught red-handed, blood stains so hard to clean
Arteries pumping kelter, veins to expunge and ream
A babe from the womb untimely ripped, of life, it's squeezed and

Placenta sponging at corporeal form of which I am ashamed

organs
Sebacious
in a vat
For a bath

away integument to reveal the fleshy tendons that I'll
Abrase with cholic acid and with a solvent composed of
Scrub out my with a pro-septic wash that will
Erase mired being to be drained with the rest of the swill

Post-mortem spew and garnish the mort bouillon
Meliorated with moldered in my dead body lotion
The necro-emetic concoction, effervescing with unctuous
me of my besmirched existence, submerged in a basin of blood

Blood