The Haematobic EP
Malodorous scent of decay Reeking my path to the storage shed Urges deep inside the cortex Raging through the cervix, cranial decay As I grab the saw Eviscerated carnal delicatesse had been lying around for days My cannibalistic malpractice enthralls Gangrenous process in excess, bereaving the swarm of flesh A malpractice in necronutricious form Malodorous and malicious The haemoglobine infects my cortex Artistically rearranging chromosomes Intricate carnal thirst takes control Furious and eloquent hunger A shot, a fix A plate of necrotorous pleasure Pleasure, oh Voraciously, the haematobic lesions infect and spread The haemoglobinic syndrome Perversity, the haematobic lesions infect and spread The hunger is back Miscreant heretic foe causing me to resect Miscreant heretic foe, natural life in defect Spreading through the bloodflow Eviscerated carnal delicatesse had been lying around for days My cannibalistic malpractice enthralls Gangrenous process in excess, bereaving the swarm of flesh A malpractice in necronutricious form Malodorous and malicious The haemoglobine infects my cortex Artistically rearranging chromosomes Intricate carnal thirst takes control Furious and eloquent hunger A shot, a fix A plate of necrotorous pleasure Pleasure, oh Gestated rabid hunger A thousand tombs I plunder
Submitted by Grave666 — Mar 25, 2026
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Voracious parasitic infestation Which altered the state of mind A haemoglobinic drug Taken to infest and deform Kill for me I am eloquently deranged Found new ways To celebrate my coming What better way Than to rid the earth of the walking waste Take my fix My bloodcraving membrane Nourishment Middle finger at the barrel of an emptied gun Addictive voracious syndrome Directing my every move Grabbing whichever fool can do its will The hunt, the pleasure, the kill All are below the love for my trade Debauchery A carnal canvas decorates the shed Directing my every move Grabbing whichever fool can do its will The hunt, the pleasure, the kill All are below the love for my trade Necrotomy Many have passed and the passed I bled Periodically feeding on the impure that sin Enter my shed, the shed of Ed Glorification and reenactment The syndrome controls... Death The syndrome controls... Death
Submitted by Grave666 — Mar 25, 2026
Bless the narrow sphincter of the whore The major commandment where priests live for Religious pornography starring "the children" Divine eyes dilate with concupiscence Thrusting and bursting forbidden climax on the altar Embodiment of god? Emaciated childfucker Divine fornication untanable priestly urges Engratiating prayers addictive sacred orgasms Woe betide you if you tell Perennial torture awaiting you in hell Livge feacial, messiahanic miscarriage Stick your rod in the son of god Sworn to celibacy, anal Christianity This is my semen suck your way to god Swallow my seed feel the pain Lick the diarrhoea from his arse Sphinctral whoreson from a virgin's cunt
Submitted by Grave666 — Mar 25, 2026
A quick grasp of insanity, cranial tissue in decay A force fed tool of apathy I am Parasitic life form, infesting my whole being Necrotic fungus resecting organs to create... From the realm of the dead I'm fed Cracking open the coffin lid Driven by a hunger, unable to grasp A chemical reaction that campels me to grab The axe, anxiously removed from its shelve With an unpredescent joy I brutally hack Psychonecrotic hallucinations As my skull begins to reek With goreastic elegance I purge the weak Parasitic life form Rehashing the dead for its cause The chopping of heads A daily act of self-enjoyment Cranial metamorphosis A forensic decrepit anomaly Intestines turn into pulp Axe wielding among the stiffs Parasitic resection...
Submitted by Grave666 — Mar 25, 2026
Why not trample the vermin crawling beneath your feet ? Why not drown the parasitic rats which you lead ? They leech on your back, squander the air you breath Minced intestines, nail-pierced genitals Amputated limbs, urine injection A misantropic murder mind More corpses to roast and grind Prisoner of war, casualty of doctinal gore Block II-a moribund humans store Anition through hibernal confinement Don't ask what was this implants content How long can a human being stand up straight? At which point does medical intervention come too late? Surgical experiments, the infernal doctor awaits Ingrained hatred and pathological ingenuity it takes Subordinate to the doctor of death Hydrocyanic fumes shall fill your last breath A genocidal strategy with immaculate tact
Submitted by Grave666 — Mar 25, 2026