Death Knell

(الألبوم: All Guts, No Glory - 2011)

Purulent portents augur decrepit demise
A tumescent terminus draws near
Sloughing skin, boils erupt before your very eyes
Carbuncles and lesions appear

Wracked with infection, excruciated
An affliction which will not abate
Eczemic flesh stripped away, excoriated
A fetid, disease-ridden fate

Moribund, vomiting blood
All over the hospital floor
Not long for this earth, it only gets worse
Physiognomy ridden with sores

Rendered grotesque, thorax fills with cess
Suffering until your demise
Corrode from within, sepsis sets in
Innards begin to liquefy

Too late, face fate, await death's gate
Sound the death knell, sound the death knell
Too late, face fate, await death's gate
Sound the death knell, sound the death knell

Overripe omens ooze out of your maw
Excrescent expectorate expunged
Sallowed skin, blistered and raw
Hacking up bits of clot, caked gunge

Riddled with welts, suppurated
Day by day this decay sprays its filth
Drain the pus into pans, intubated
Discharging bloody, pyomorphic swill

Feculent, purulent
Rampant infection now grown out of hand
Nauseated, expectorated
Bits of innards floating in your bedpan

Too late, face fate, await death's gate
Sound the death knell, sound the death knell
Too late, face fate, await death's gate
Sound the death knell, sound the death knell

Disgusting yourself, you turn inside out
Epidermal revulsion takes hold
Prognosis is grim, there can be no more doubt
You're soon to be stiff, dead and cold

Vital organs spew forth, regurgitated
Prolapsed of bowels, sinew and crud
Sanguineous breath, asphyxiated
Esophagus torn, drown in your own blood

Violent death, terminal breath
The hospital bed now a gore soaked grave
Your execrable corpse taken down to the morgue
Fodder for pathologists depraved

Too late, face fate, await death's gate
Sound the death knell, sound the death knell
Too late, face fate, await death's gate
Sound the death knell, sound the death knell