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Medical Abattoir

by Torn From The Womb

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We are one flesh to kill Let the gore begin Starring into lies The last lifes, candles are extinguished Possessed by the black of night The great time to roll death Hidding into lairs Mutating genes through the needle Scalpel cuts through the darkness Human Slaughter Mass Human Slaughter Mass Colony of the dead Increased by more bodies Hospital became the charnel house of sadistic surgeons with death in hypodermic syringes Scalped heads and brains Black purulenced cadavers attract vermin Without morphia, brain flows through ears Half bodies, medical anomalies- they shit with plasma Experiment of sadistic surgeons with death in hypodermic syringes Human Slaughter Mass Human Slaughter Mass Close your eyes, in a form of dust Furnances hot, flames fed organic kindlings There hygiene is something stranger Self-deformation, chemical reaction- for sick ecstasy From pain they breaking their bones, trying to get out of operating tables Sitting against a wall, with brain out, There where the face should be, it's a big hole Patients dressed in white, hospital clothes Dirty of blood and viscera On each they used different treatment When your body is not able to accept or react They'll fuck out your head with hammer and throw you to hell Familiar scheme- through chimney to freedom Festering genitals, rotting lives, amputated limbs These all is fun, for sadistic surgeons, with death in hypodermic syringes
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I'm lying on a table, syringe in my neck They want to take my entrails Followed me to self-destruction View is smearing, I can't take this anymore Behind window, crowd of pseudo-medicans They'll watch my angulation I think that I relished them in hell Something is underneath, I'm free from bonds I sinking a scalpel in myself I have to infiltrate to the deep of steaming blood and odoured guts I cut so deeply, that now my pukes and maw acid is pouring on the floor I cannot feel pain- Is that what they want? People in white- the worst epidemic of humanity The ominous rumble, from the deep of bowels Guts twist in pain I didn't know, that intestines could be that heavy... Another cut I interfere with artery Down pour a lot of blood Contraction paralyzes my nerves I'm pissed about this I don't know whats secrets conceals human interior Blood and fluids merged into one I see only spots "I cannot think about rationality to be a servant in my fleshy curiosity I have to reveal internal secrets Hypic medical hypocrisy" You can call it orgy, shame that I won't live to next hour Drug starts to working The last cut I sink in, meaty, moving thing Several seizures, and darkness...
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Gargling with gore Putrescent stench of sore Horny my dick, today will taste modicum filthiness Growing ecstasy when I gush into filthy soil As far as I penetrate deeper the burial ground, my hunger is growing Post-Demental Necrofusion Głód rozłożonych ścierw This is hospital cemetery, ossuary in the woods Here is store of angulated bodys, and mutated, exploding scabs Post-Demental Necrofusion Blackened blood and rheumy tissues make's me orgasm Here coming amalgamation of cadavers Inecstasing fuddle I cut corpses to pieces My knife creates wounds, that not drip Festering excrementals no more This medical anomalies Even after death, they haven't rest This medical anomalies- they haven't rest I gather scraps and I'll staple it into big pile of reek and putritidy 2x I cut deformed vaginals and sew into my puppets As I creator of gore, my constructions of flesh, to fuck Asses chopped in half, ready for my ingestion I'll back tomorrow to breathe life into them
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Dyfusions embriogenic Something you'd call therapy, is really deadly trap, of a sick neurosurgeons Let the sadistic experiment begin Operating table, tools of suffer, and experimental material Hand driller drill in your head Rotary razor cuts into your skin, 'till it reaches the bone Unnecessary morphine, pain and fear paralyze all your nerves Gagging flesh, not screaming, but can't stop moving Stone in my fist, I beat it with hammer Skull shatters in bloody, fluidal explosion I don't know how it's possible, but he still contacts It will only prolong the suffering Cerebron on out, I take out bloody pieces of skull It's time for jar Larvaes, centipedes, carnivore vermin, I pour them all into your head It's begin cruel abomination feast They slip, crawl, drill, pick your eyes They tearing pieces from your brain Absolute destruction of a head from inside Thousands of them, they'll change you to blackened rotten pulp Unsaturated verminal They'll lay eggs in your eye-sockets Cenobite medical abattoir
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What with the dead? Exhumed Supremacy Pathogenic incarnations, this hands will create Under the soil, the place where we'll all go Objects of my desire, I'll sin with rotten whore Body bag land, on the stone cold floor Stretching my cock hard, I look on this collage of gore Decayed slut laying on me, with a small spoon I put out remains of feces to my mouth Pasty, particulary pulverized, but still a little humid I devour it all, till I satisfy Stench of raped corpses is my aroma My cock hard as never in dead ass I tear to dust postmortal compressed rectum Skin is hanging, my dick is bleeding, I hook it on bones I see blacked colon, it's time to dissection With a handsaw Cold surgeon Body pieces laying helplessly I slurp black, tasteless gore, then I filleting the torso Cut out genitals, chopping it with hatchet I fuck the inside of her head, while shatter it with crowbar Misted eyes pulled out by my cock My excitement comes to zenith, about how I'm sick Adding cold, wet pieces to my collection of gore In room of my fantasies, which becomes a morgue Crumbling meat on my penis, there's no much remains after this orgy I have another idea, to bleed out in my paradise Hacksaw ridding on my harded penis, pain is so good... Cut in half phallus hang on thin vein Cold surgeon, is what I've been Dead among my perversions
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Incomig ecstasy, keeps my cock ready Eruption of vermin, when I fuck with living whores Sadistic, swine, grossly, obscenic Walking cadaver- he's living Plague, grotested, rot Discovers the next layer I kill to survive Living meat Gurgling fluids, festering semen bursting, when I fucking remnants of regale I'm Alpha I'm Omega I've experienced all the conditions 2x I'm not subordinate, I'm not subject to any doctrine They'll crucify my brethrens Already fucking in hell Revenge is driving me 2x I'll kill all mankind Screams of a thousand, increase my euphoria Expurgational increases panic, I am excited to see hystery One great feast, on a table called soil A state, that become a sepulchre Population has extinct Tormentor, life opressor I represents only morbid Origin of this creature is underworld Medycznie przywołany do życia
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Goretopsy 03:05
Instant reaction, nitrocysterynic moves Body on a table, here coming horde of surgeons Serious infection, physical refractoriness Operating theathre is unprepared Examinated is unstable Looks like leprosy, blackened scabs Piles of viscera land on white glaze Remnants of human twisted in agony Prepare to living dissection- by Goretopsy Main parts lobotomized, then decapitated by bone saw Necrosurgeon preparing for his feast With Y-cut I'll lead this to end- coked Goretopsy Tear it down! The doctors leave, now its time to campaign Manifest of the dead, disemboweled rotten corpses Pull out the liver, carefully scalped the right lung Black Esency in drip, lung explodes with shit Hospital operation, my sick perversion Morphine shoot, and another Ullers starts to grow Stifling aroma provokes me to vomit Cardiogram catch pulse Brain waves begins to peak Let us keep you open Bloody borned rise, the doctors head is in the corner Engorged self-mutilation in mortal pain agony They're now back, and they're see, what they're see Entering the chainsaw, and cut it in half As it comes to end, the abattoir comes to end Foul exteming stench, fizzing fluids in flatulent cadaver Autopsy must be continued Unnecessary cuts, dismembering rotten carcass Warm brown blood, radioactive infection transfixing the doctor Repugnant slaughter will be continue, when he leave the room of disgust Purulental decadency with rupturing bowels Remains of this feast will be flush in sink
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One pathologist encryption Driving by my mutating frustration Pharmaceutic knowledge assist me in creation of new speciments Coronaristic fascination in art of gore Re-inanimated flesh in pervert dissection Mucus lungs, as ignorant penetrate By Y-cut tear the flesh to reveal organic hypocrisy Know the theories of psycho-logistic surgery Through scalpel I create life The doctor is in The doctor is out Pathologic structure impalement- work for Masterbrain Enigmatic doctrine- work for Masterbrain As I gently swift this laudation of my coital The septic mimesis in theathre of torment Goric entrails, stench of vomit, surgery in progress Of gluttonous medicine origin, the origin of disease Pestilent humanity In this anthropological carnage For Masterbrain, unholy lord
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Ze zmasakrowanej cipy, wciąż na tym stole Her viscera is covering me Like from underworld, I- stubborn rapscallion, stuffed meat on my dick A big hole in venter, I see fetus... Bitch- your time has passed A handsaw... Decapitation is done slowly Rough movements, I sinking the blade deeper Her larynx experience orgasm, I fucked the inside of her head I sinking thumbs in her eyes, I fucked her eye-holes Affliction, obscene, unmaginable Moral mutilation, descreated the body Jej truchło będzie mnie spełniać na wieki Ich truchło będzie mnie spełniać na wieki Medical apparature, like overture Acts of brutality, unbearable beeping, it's all I remember Dentistical implements, I'll open the fetal head I cut the unexploded, membranous skin, with a scalpel I dab it evenly in the clattering cartilage Open head, brain in outside I'll clean out his brain with dental instruments Impaled, gutted, he is another victim for gods of pregnancy Artificial machinery of torture, death before life "Next patient, please..."
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released June 21, 2019

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