Zur Stille Finden / Live in the Morgue
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Dealing with Anatomy! Satisfy my morbid Greed Everything inside the corpse My pleasure and my joy Stealing fragments from the dead Extirpated limbs from hell Clandestine economy Cadavers is all we need Treasures of Anatomy Business of disgust My sick occupation Fulfill my necrophiliac lust Macabre orders Conserved in formaldehyde Dealing with organs So it's how I get my life Abucting and crippling Bodies are torn to pieces Ablating to ripping My job is fucking stinky The Black Market of the human flesh Getting money from the occult trade Body-recycling industry Morbid Treasures of Anatomy Defiling my victims My Autopsies are dirty Market of Morbidity Pathology is so exciting
Submitted by Immortal — Feb 07, 2026
I'm Fucking tired of making dissections I reek of shit and putrefaction Many hours among decay I'll work no more for today ...Sick gory mess Necrotic Garbage Autopsied wastes Necrotic Garbage All the floor is full of entrails Smashed brains and crushed Festered rests of human flesh On Dripping organs I step ...Sick gory mess Necrotic Garbage Autopsied wastes Necrotic Garbage Vile stench of putrefaction deep Inside my nose Cold leftovers of the Autopsy Piled-up to dispose Underneath the rotten innards... A cataleptic corpse Those corpses weren't dissected... Let them decompose Cleaning the dissecting table Sweep the rotten shit Fucking up amputated limbs The Morgue is deadorized and clean
Submitted by Immortal — Feb 07, 2026
The lingering scirrhus begins to harden As the insides fall prey to putrefaction Rotting tissue turns to mush and pulp As your mind is torn by encephalitis Your cavities rot with ulcers Your infected inflammations torn Your gizzards eaten by incursive decay You're infernally rotten to the gore... Juices digested from each pus-swollen pore Insatiable hunger as I feast on the gore Nothing gives me greater pleasure Than a bowlful of chyme Maggot infested kidneys Are what I choose every time The smell of plaguing infection Is nauseatingly emetic Prolonged spumescence of stale pus Stinks like hot, putrid vomit Your body is indurate The insides are black as tar Your innards gnawed by septic hate Now a mass of empyaema Your blood is caked Dried and inconsistent Your bloody rotten gore Is now vitrescent
Submitted by Morgoth — Nov 09, 2025
"..Pale skin shines in the darkness of the morgue Deathlike atmosphere is filled with the stench of rot Displeasant, repulsive and grim Caught in the morbid attraction of the obscene The sick and the beauty - divergent concepts The Cult of the Emetic - deviated taste Pathological perversion - necrologic spell Happy in putrefaction..." I'm deranged for loathsome - deranged for gore Emaciated faces marked by the last death-throe Process of rotheness manifested in the corpse Dead bodies I dismember with love Adipocere lubricates my latex gloves Lain on the mortuary table The stage where I act Instruments gleams in the dark (necrotomy starts) Dura-Mater I extract I'm deranged for loathsome - deranged for gore [POEM:] "..Pale skin shines in the darkness of the morgue Deathlike atmosphere is filled with the stench of rot Displeasant, repulsive and grim Caught in the morbid attraction of the obscene The sick and the beauty - divergent concepts The Cult of the Emetic - deviated taste Pathological perversion - necrologic spell Happy in putrefaction... I'm deranged " Dismembered torsos I slice and explore Removing intestines - pathology I adore Corpses cause affection their members I collect I'm an artist of mutilation I live to dissect
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 18, 2026
Surgical dissection On nameless remains Weird tools cut asunder Exposed insides The nauseating stench In the morgue Is umbereable Icecold cadavers Spill their guts On the table Incised epigatrium Ejecting curdled fluids Extirpate the appendix As gall-bladder erupts Jisgaws amputate Their rigids limbs Drilling their wrists Putrid anatomy Is clinically spoiled By pathologists Medical recipients Full of bodily slags Pieces of the corpses Rest in plastic bags
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 16, 2026
Six feet down rot sets in Putrefactive bacteria (Grows) under the marbled skin Acid liqid liquids and enzimes are released Self maceration by stale corpse fluids Deteriorated corpse... by necrosis Rebellious mass of grubs... Decom-poser!!!! Swarming maggots-spoiling the dead Hungry insects worm-eaten brain Molten innards-fermented juices Rancid carrion-munched into pulp Sarco-blasters, larval plague Maggots buzzing into the grave Ashes to ashes, flesh to dust Cadaver's turned into a pile of grubs!!!! Deteriorated corpse... by necrosis Rebellious mass of grubs... Decom-poser!!!!
Submitted by Immortal — Feb 07, 2026
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Slicing deep into your excoriated abdomen Slooping out guts when peritoneum is clouen Your septic iliac fossa I excavate Morbid organs I want to extirpate Violently I gouge into the wrigging visceral mass Dissing up kidneys urine bladder I slash Your septic iliac fossa I excavate Morbid organs I want to extirpate Corroded by urea macerated in pus Severed stomach spurting gastric juices This pungent aroma doesn't cause me disgust Stale chyme and chyme disappear in the sluice Your septic iliac fossa I excavate Morbid organs I want to extirpate Removed liver genitals are emasculated Avulsed in pain your inner core is obliterated
Submitted by Immortal — Feb 07, 2026
Putrefied to the bone Necrobiosis undergone Hypostasis stains your back Livor mortis is turning black Oozing cavities - foul necrosis of the skin Rancid Putrilage - vile corruption of the flesh Nematodes - protozoa Ileum plagued with bacterial spawn Reeking ammonia and sulphide Gas ruptures your soggy insides Oozing cavities - foul necrosis of the skin Rancid Putrilage - vile corruption of the flesh Molten gristle - flaked tissues Rotting innards leaking foetid fumes Lard decays ... fermenting entrails Melting guts ... pungent fluids Liquefied into mush Muscles macerated in septic pus Sticky visceral jelly Dissolved by autolyctic enzymes Oozing cavities - foul necrosis of the skin Rancid Putrilage - vile corruption of the flesh Molten gristle - dead tissues Rotting innards leaking foetid fumes ...
Submitted by Immortal — Feb 07, 2026
By day I plot the downfall of society I devise devious plans of retribution Night falls and I am out on the streets Distributing my "political contributions"... No restaurant or cafe is safe from my attack I file among the cooks and chiefs From kitchen to kitchen I plant my "surprise" Discreetly to avoid early detection The next day the news blare my psychotic feats With joy, the terrorism has shocked and offended I take my urine and steaming feces Smear it and mix it within the food you eat! Terrified the city locks the doors of tempered cafes The restauranteurs and patrons revulsed My warm shit burritos can kill... Some folks use bombs, others use guns I find my way deadlier and more exacting My bodily excrement washes your gums Later, fluids bubble from your nose Outbreaks of staph throughout this fucking town The fear is contained and profound The market's my next step, to piss in the milk No one is safe... I spread my hate around Your skin bubbles and smells Your guts burn, you squeal The bile in your throat is gastric acid Your terror will never heal! You fear to eat again I know my revenge is complete To commit such a horrible task To remember my atrocious deeds... To not forget...
Submitted by Warbringer — Nov 09, 2025
I love my job As many people do Because of my profession My sickest dreams came true They laughed at me Because I am an alcoholic Now I hate mankind I'm totally misanthropic I am a worker of death I'm a pathologist I'll meet you when you are dead My morgue awaits for you I sniff some cocaine I'm going to cut you in two The bistoury in my hand I'm ready to dissect Alcohol inside my veins The feast starts again I am a worker of death I'm a pathologist Pathology is my life My obsession until I die I am a worker of death I'm a pathologist
Submitted by Immortal — Feb 07, 2026