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Exhumed

Deadest Of The Dead

 

Deadest Of The Dead

(album: Gore Metal - 1998)


In the deadest of nights I perform a graveside disservice
Disinhuming the remains of those who I deem to deserve this
A corpse dead to rights will undergo this rigorous trashing
Selecting the tomb of the poor stiff that tonight I will be thrashing

Exhumed from the shelter of earth's dusty embrace for a morbid curiosity
Then abruptly dismembered without compunction, just pure feriocity

Consumed and left to welter
In shredded entrails and long dessciated pus
Wiping the dirt from my hands
As I walk from the grave that I've trampled to dust

Caskets uprooted, mausoleums stained red
Riding high six feet deep amongst the deadest of the dead
A tombstone is the sole mute witness
To necro-attrocities as I endeavor to split this

Corpse in half, stricken by my wrath the carcass is maimed
Cleft by pick-axe, halved, quartered and smashed the gravesite's in flames
Culled from the reams of obituaries deep in the cemetery I torment the entombed
The dead should be wary of the grudges I carry deep into the gloom

Riding high six feet under
Inhale the stench of my nocturnal plunder
I'll never find piece in a cold, hard death bed
Until I have found the deadest of the dead

Your insipid epitaph rots, in the dead-letter file
A necrophile's smile beguiles, your remains thus defiled

The decrepit laughter echoes, in the now vacant burial plot
Decayed, dead and decomposed, but in peace you'll never rot

Piss on the unholy grave, torso carved and depraved
Now gone the way of all flesh to give me this day my daily death
The next to fall prey to my sepulchural slaughter
Another dead festering corpse whose demise has at last brought her

Under the blade, she's carved up and flayed body dismembered
No respects paid, I hack up the slayed who no one remembers
Chainsaw fucked to the hilt, her guts have all spilled I destroy the interred
One foot in the grave, by the casket enslaved I'm an unholy terror

Riding high six feet down
Finding my niche in a hole in the ground
One step over the dead-line I tread
In this graveyard of stiffs
I am the deadest of the dead!

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