ANTROPOFAGUS LYRICS

1. Welcome To My Slaughterhouse

2. Loving You In Decay

Is there a Zombie love? I want to love a Zobie.
Love after death is the true reality:
My quick putrefaction helps me to understand my life... our life.
LOVE YOU IN DECAY
LOVE YOU IN DECAY
The person i love will be rotten at the point of death
I want to love her... with her taken off fingers,
With her cheek's tendons exposed to light wind, blowing by now perennial
to sweep away the organic remains whose fucked after death.
I want to love her until total destruction day.
I want to see fasting vermins upon us, upon us the stench of putrefaction
Our bodies pulverizing after the last fuck
To understandt our walking with dangling head and withered bodies
Maybe we are here to become a vermins mass
And will start wardening decomposing
Just then i'd like to smell the one final scent of death (and putrefaction...)
I want to love to hide time's defects, but now really love each other.
LOVE YOU IN DECAY
LOVE YOU IN DECAY
... and i'd like our remains to warder togheter forever.
I love you as you're Zombie. As you wat to taste with me the end.

3. Recollections Of Human Habits

Memories of habits during life,
Memories of carnal lust...
Two zombies driven
By reciprocal smell of flesh.
Two stinking corpses:
Finger taken off,
Swinging rotten heads,
Clothes covered with blood.
The dead touched each other,
Seeking for the reciprocal sexual organ.
Two stinking corpses seeking for
Sexual pleasure, memories of carnal lust...
Two corpses started to devour each other:
First the penis now dead,
After a long vaginal gnaving.
Memory of sex before becoming zombie...
the dead, ravished by excitement,
Started to destroy reciprocally,
Opening wounds all over their bodies
To attain the total collapse
On The Ground just a heap of rotten organs,
Two heads taken off,
Still trying to bite, to eat.
Memories of habits during life...
Pool of blood and rotten flesh
in the house of the ancient carnal lust.

4. Thick Putrefaction Stink

a tomb before her, a big wish for desecration.
she was longing to bring the corpse obliteration.
a sadistic intent of mutilation, of blood! of gore! of slashing!
she wanted to avenge herself on the woman now dead
for not having returned her perverse lesbolove.
her spite cried out for vengeance.
se exhumed the body and put it in a sack,
then went to the chapel; her pussy was wet.
there she gave vent to her grotesque lesbo
perversion, of blood! of gore! of slashing!
on the altar she started licking and masturbating
the body with an hook, a butcher's hook.
a corpse before her, a big wish for desecration.
she was longing to bring the corpse obliteration.
a sadistic intent of mutilation.
a drunk undertaker came very silently,
the girl was frightened by him, but
he wanted to fuck, nothing else.
her pussy was more and more wet!!!
they started fucking,
she pressed her vaginal lips and tore his penis up;
then she slipped the hook up the undertaker's ass
and she ripped him from the ass to the neck...
her cunt was more over excited by thick putrefaction stink.
she took the vermins from the corpse on the altar
and put them into the back of the man,
her voracious pussy was finally satisfied ?!?

5. 37°F

"Shit! the dinner! thirty seven degrees"
I've to lower cold-store temperature: the corpse is going to putrefy. I don't know how long i'll be able to devour her."

Our master of culinary art now dismembers the corpse.
He's covered with blood. He's fucking excited.
He cannot come back on the blood call.
He's fucking excited. he's covered with blood.

"Maybe it's not normal doing that. Maybe she wanted to live?!
Maybe the girl (now dead) doesn't love me?!
Shit! Maybe i am fucking psychopatic!

No! Now she's more beautiful! Bloody! Maybe wanted to live?!
No! i am not a psychopatic! Gore! Blood! Yeah!

Our master of Anthropophagy art now dismembers the corpse!
He's fucking excited. He's covered with blood.
"GORE! BLOOD! YEAH!"
Anthropophagy And Sex with Dead.

"Maybe it's not normal doing that. Maybe she wanted to live?!
Maybe the girl doesn't love me?!
I am not a psychopatic!

Maybe in the Bladder has remained urine:
I have here the straw. Do you want to fuck?
"GORE! BLOOD! YEAH!"
A pool of blood. No body anymore.
"It has been a big feed!"

6. Necrophobic

[originally by Slayer]

Strangulation, mutilation, cancer of the brain
Limb dissection, amputation, from a mind deranged

Asphyxiation, suffocation, gasping for air
Explain to me the feeling after sitting in the chair?

Ripping apart
Severing flesh
Gouging eyes
Tearing limb from limb

Experimentation, slow infection, internal decay
Execution, need transfusion, body rots away

Sliced incision, zero vision, loss of vital signs
Skin contortion, bone erosion, your life becomes your fine

Ripping apart
Severing flesh
Gouging eyes
Tearing limb from limb

[LEAD: HANNEMAN, KING]

Strangulation, mutilation, cancer of the brain
Limb dissection, amputation, from a mind deranged

Asphyxiation, suffocation, gasping for air
Explain to me the feeling after sitting in the chair

Sliced incision, zero vision, loss of vital signs
Skin contortion, bone erosion, your life becomes your fine

Necrophobic can't control the paranoia
Scared to die

7. Vent To Perversion

FLESH STINKING MASSES COME INTO THE HOLY PLACE
DEAD BODIES WANNA DEVOUR THE SERVANTS OF GOD.
THE CHURCH STARTS BLOODPAINTING
THE PRIEST IS AFRAID TO DIE, HE PRAYS FOR HIM SALVATION.
HE WANTS HIS SALVATION: WHERE HIS FAITH IN GOD?
AN HUGE CRUCIFIX TURNS IN HIS NEW ARM,
SELF-DEFENCE BECOMES PLEASURE.
THE PRIES, GONE BERSERK,
STARTS TEARING TO PIECES ZOMBIES HAEDS, PIERCING THEM,
MAKING THEM SQUIRTOUT BLOOD.
THEY COME ONE AFTER THE OTHER.
HE ADMINISTERS THEM HOLY COMMUNION
DESTROYING THEIR ROTTEN BODIES.
HE'S NOW COVERED WITH GORE.
HE COMES AND GIVES VENT TO HIS PERVERSION.
THE SERVANT OF GOD, SURROUNDED, FALLS.
HIS THROAT'S BITTEN, HIS BODY'S EVISCERATED;
HE WAKES UP SMILING, A NEW LIFE STARTSNOW FOR HIM:
WITH ONE HAND HE BEARS HIS GUTS,
WITH THE OTHER HE'S ALREADY LOOKING FOR
LIVING FRESH FLESH.

8. Bloody Art Of Postmortem Sex

CANNOT COME BACK ON THE BLOODCALL!!!

DEVOURED BY HIS OWN PSICHE...
HIS VICTIM SAW THE HELL THROUGH THE YOUNG SADIST,
HE WANTED TO SEE THE PAIN THROUGH THE GIRL HE LOVED.

SHE WAS CRYING SCARED, AS HE STARTED HIS GAME.
THE GIRL SCREAMED WHILE HE WAS CUTTING HER BREAST,
AS THE BLOOD SPURTED AND FLOWED.

BLOODY ART OF POSTMORTEM SEX

THE BOY BEGAN TO QUARTER HIS VICTIM,
SHE WAS WAITING IN AGONY FOR HER DEATH.
HER PAIN FITTED BOY'S LUST.
IN FRONT OF HIM A SKINNED CORPSE
TIED BY THE WRISTS AT A BUTCHER'S HOOK.

ON THE FLOOR A SEA OF BLOOD AND FLESH,
THE FLESH HE LOVED,
THE FLESH THAT DETACHED HIM FROM THE GIRL.
IN FRONT OF HIM A SKINNED CORPSE
TIED BY THE WRISTS AT A BUTCHER'S HOOK

BLOODY ART OF POSTMORTEM SEX.

DEVOURED BY HIS OWN PSICHE...
HIS VICTIM SAW THE HELL THROUGH THE YOUNG SADIST,
HE WANTED TO SEE THE PAIN THROUGH THAT GIRL.
HE TOOK HER SKINNED FACE AND WORE IT AS A MASK...

NOW HER BEAUTY WOULD HAVE BEEN OF HIS FOREVER

9. No Waste Of Flesh

RECONSTRUCTING THAT CORPSE WAS
AN HARD EXPLOIT, FOR AN EXPERT CORPSE REBUILDER TOO.
A SEVERE INCIDENT HAD MAIMED THE BODY,
BUT IT HAD TO BE UNDAMAGED,
CLEAN, AND MADE-UP FOR THE FUNERAL.
HE ALWAYS FOUND THE POSITIVE SIDE IN HIS WORK.
HE WAS DISGUSTED BY DEATH, MAKING VICTIMS EVERYDAY;
GOD GAVE HIM MANY DEAD, IT WASN'T RIGHT THEY
BECAME FOOD FOR VERMINS, THUS, FROM MANY YEARS,
HE HAD BEEN CARRYING AT HOME THE MOST
FRESH PRICES OF FLESH. HE ATEEM WITH GLUTTONY,
WATCHING HIS LOVED SADO-MOVIES.
HE WAS FAT AS A STINKING SWINE,
HIS YELLOW SICKLY STICKY SWEAT DRIPPED
FROM HIS FOREHEAD AND HIS ARMPITS.
TO MASTURBATE HE HAD TO HEAVE HIS LIMP BELLY,
TO CONTENT HIS LITTLE PENIS
HE KEPT AT HOME A COLLECTION OF PUSSIES.
HIS WIFE WAS JEALOUS, BUT SHE DIDN'T DARE
ASKING FOR DIVORCE, AS SOME MUTILATED DICK
WAS PLEASANT FOR HER TOO.
IN THIS WAY THEY GAVE VENT THEIR HEAVY SEXUAL
REPRESSIONS. WHEN HIS WIFE, WORN OUT
BY MENOPAUSE AND MUTILATED DICK
WAS COMPLAINING ABOUT HER QUEER
CONJUGAL LIFE, HE USUALLY SAID:
"NO WASTE OF FLESH"

10. Bloodhunger

HUNGER FOR EXTINCTION OF THE HUMAN RACE,
TO SUFFER AND TO HURT FOR PLEASURE
TAKING DELIGHT IN SEEING BLOOD SQUIRTING.

WILL OF GETTING THE EXTREME PLEASURE, SELF-CONTEMPT,
FEELING THE...THE EXTREME PLEASURE OF FLESH.
VISIONS BLOODRIVERS SQUIRTING.
YOU KNOW CORPOREAL TORTURES THE LAST ONE .
TAKE THE LANCET, START THE DEED,
BEGIN TO SLASH YOUR NAKED BODY.
SCREAM WITH PLEASURE (AND PAIN), DREAD DISAPPEARS,
PLEASURE RISES AS THE SPEED OF THE LANCET!
BLOODHUNGER, YELLOW WALLS BLOODSTAINS,
YOU ARE NOW COVERED WITH BLOOD.
TOP OF THE PLEASURE, TOTAL EXCITEMENT:
YOUR PENIS AMPUTATED.
OPEN A PASSAGE IN THE STOMACH,
THROW YOUR MEMBER INSIDE, THEN DIE!!

YOU KNOW-CORPOREAL TORTURES THE LAST ONE.
BLOODHUNGER, YELLOW WALLS BLOODSTAINS,
YOU ARE NOW COVERED WITH BLOOD.
YOUNG BROTHERS FIND THE CORPSE.
CADAVER'S SATISFIED FACE ATTRACTS GUYS ATTENTION.
DESIRE OF PLEASURE. STRIP, TAKE THE LANCET THAT NIGHT...
WE ARE THE SONS OF BLOOD,
AS WE LIVE BY BLOODHUNGER.
WE ARE THE SONS OF PLEASURE,
AS WE DIE BY BLOODHUNGER.

11. Bloodfeast......feastbeast

PERVERSION,
BLOODLUST,
HUMAN FLESH,
BLOODFEAST,
EVIL AND FLESH.

FIRST EAT FLESH,
THEN DRINK BLOOD,
FINALLY YOU FUCK THE CORPSE,
CUISINE AND SEX,
THESE THINGS ARE YOUR LIFE, YOUR BREATH!







ANTROPOFAGUS LYRICS