Impaled - To Die For Lyrics
A liturgist in the realm of filth and goreAugean bard of sculapian devianceFables I've made, sick stories I've parlayedFor the rapt attention of my heinousDespised rottrephile, the object of my infectionA gore hound obsessed with the extreme and obsceneIn manic obesciance, I pledge my devotionComposing sonnets of horror for my ghoul fiendPenny dreadfuls are met apatheticallyAsomatous, they are mere wordsFor a worthy offering I need tangible deathThe pen has proved fallible to the might of the swordsFor my Bathorial maiden, I'll kill and maimFor our victims, the future proves bleakI'll slice throats in her bloody nameRending other's flesh that in me is so weakExcisions and slices and cuts to their integumentMy finesse with cutlery, she doth inspireCollecting a bouquet of offal, my regimentTrophies to admireDislimbed torsos and severed craniumsDisinterred innards and human chumThough I present this sanguine tributeIt's never enough and still I'm rebukedA grandiose gesture, I require for a petulent madamnedGutted, my entrails will be preserved in canopic vialsFormaldehyde and alcohol are meted into jarsLacerating extremities, a fitting end to these trialsIncised omentum, avulsed intestinesAbdominal evisceration, self-dissectionMellifluent gore is met with ennuiMy tragic reward is naught but death's kissConsciousness falters as blood flows from my headLay me down to die, nothing is better than this
