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  • Текст песни Carcass - Carneous Cacoffiny

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    "Human remains in a beaker and tray
    and coffee pot. Bones which were being
    partly macerated, dissolved, in a margarine
    container which had engine coolant in it.
    It smelled very awful."

    Striking up my discordant underture
    A carnal cacophony perversely penned
    Transposed...and decomposed
    On strings fashioned from human twine
    Lovingly wound and fretted upon my bow
    Garishly incarcerated...the dead resonate
    In a final death-throe

    Vibrant as I thresh...
    Movements scripted for the dead...

    Orchestral horrors I vehemently conduct
    My corpus concertos cordial
    Disinterred... and detuned
    With six feet below
    In harmony with the deceased
    My inspiration...your disintegration
    For my latest masterpiece

    My scope creeps your flesh...
    Notes seep from sinewy frets...

    But don't hold your breath
    As you wait for your god or the void
    Or the abyss of nothingness
    Your usefulness isn't through
    Your productivity I resume...

    My sorbid, soiled handicrafts
    Will be your afterlife's handicap....

    ...My corrupt crescendos...
    ...Will leave you out on a limbo...
    ...Your disposition I unleash...
    ...You will rest in my piece...

    With deadly dynamics
    You're dead, buried and barred
    Your remains dampened and fingered
    Your mortal coil is barbed
    The death-bells are peeling
    Ringing out as you flake
    Shrieking out their recitals
    A celebration of your wake...

    Enter my funereality
    My world two metres under
    A curious habitat
    Your muddy trench I plunder
    Pass on to ethereality
    Churned out under the sextant's blade
    You live your life in wretchedness
    And death is no escape...

    (Lead: The ascent to eternal pandemonium and tabulature by W.G. Steer)

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