Cadaver Art
Watching you take your last breath Drawing from immoral circumstance... When the love was gone, so was her life in my eyes Episodes recurring, not of sound mind Slave to my emotions, when she crossed the line I knew it was only a matter of time... Unprecedented barbarity... Random, heartless torture, executed devoid of emotion, Dismember... Skins, bones, fingers, teeth, prints Sorted with precise detail Collected for adulation Adoration of her living form Forever... Collected for adulation Adoration of her lifeless form... Draining thhe blood, black as night Paint myself, in the moonlight... No way to express, no way to way to explain After taking the first bite from Her blackened heart... Consume to be as one, we're now together The final union, shall last forever... In my dreams reliving forever... Forever reliving in my dreams...
Submitted by Grave666 — May 09, 2026
Another cadaver rolls through the door This one in better condition than the last The incisions, I begin to explore Finding new ways to facilitate longevity Preparation to be put on display Human donations turned into art exhibitions... My hands, tools of re-creation Making new life from expired ones Life on display could not be more permanent Appealing for generations to take witness... Witnesses to my artistic explorations A vast collection of specimens A waiting list of thousands more... No peace in forever without final rest, eternally lost Souls with obvious linkage to bodies To be dragged along between exhibitions... Subconscious imagery used in creating my art Inspiration soaked in through my dreams... Timeless, forever frozen... Timeless, forever frozen in a plastinated state Never to decompose, immortalized in polymers... Immortalized...
Submitted by Grave666 — May 09, 2026
Dismemberment indescribable, grotesque cadavers Butchered remains expelling blood Mutilated methodically... Viewing the corpse, stumps, limbs Pieces of the amputated Nauseating lifeless victims... Distorted in a vicious manner Surgical experiments, deranged emotions Misery becomes lust, then the pleasures rush... Sacred massacre, delightfully aroused Exquisite incisions performed On the deceased with the flawless precision... With preparation complete The phlebotomy of the protoplasm May begin... Ecstasy coursing through my veins...
Submitted by Grave666 — May 09, 2026
There it is, once again, that old familiar feeling It's been quite some time since I've had those urges In my mind, explicit memories of homicide Absolute horror intensified The fear that filled their dying eyes... Ravenous Addiction... I often reminisce, and the madness still controls me... Some I would revive after hours of torture And strangulation, only to kill them And to watch them die Nothing more beautiful Than blood spilled on a naked body... Slit the throats, yank the tongues, dangle Blood gush, from the gaping slit... Memories scrape through my mind Like a razor through young flesh Time stands still, I quiver in homicidal Withdrawl... Mortal Decay, admiring preserved pieces Driven by mayhem, dead foot fetish Sex slave bondage, some I would fuck to death Bleeding to screaming, some I would fucking kill... Jaundice, urine colored corpses Starved, malnourished... Some consider mutilation a sickening erotic fanaticism Let art imitate life, let life die violently... I've come to the realization I can't stop killing The dark world of addiction I can't escape I've watched the innocent die, beg for their lives The screams they stimulate me, the screams they sing to me... Sometimes I visit gravesites Of those I've fucking killed Exhuming, documenting The decomposed Time stands still during murder I dream of bloodshed Through mayhem I meditate Reinvent the torture killer... I am the torture killer I can't stop killing...
Submitted by Grave666 — May 09, 2026
The reactions, varied and suprising To what they see before them To those who once were living Now just heaps of plastic flesh Some of them mortified In deep thought about their lives Some of them horrified Wondering what brought them there... All for their morbid obsession with death Death, and the thought of what will become of them... Human remains in assorted posiions, inflexible... Emotionless, no longer breating Experiencing unearthly dimensions Their eyes seem to connect to the passers by They almost seem to beg for their lives... Aestetically unsightly Beautifully encased in their plastic shells... And so it begins again One more from the list Served up to fascinate... With unusual potential To engage our collective Subconscious... All for our morbid fixation with death...
Submitted by Grave666 — May 09, 2026
This track is instrumental.
No lyrics have been submitted for this track yet.
Ripped... chopped... severed... Bloodless heaps of flesh... Sixty pieces of two bodies recovered Scattered throughout the same area Anonymous parts... Collected for the ultimate puzzle Murders for a human puzzle Collected fo the ultimate puzzle Murders for a human puzzle... Lie unidentified Spattered from top to bottom With human blood...
Submitted by Grave666 — May 09, 2026
Entrenched in my domain Reflecting on the collections I have made Pondering when I will retrieve the missing piece To complete the inner workings within my mind... THe memories of their screams are so intoxicating As I sew their flesh together Acid dissolves the bones As they are discarded... My artwork begins to take its form Although something is missing The need for perfection is consuming me Then I hear it, the sound of my next victims The look of horror in their eyes And the stench of their fear Is evident as they soon visualize That the last thing they'll see and the last thing they'll hear Will be the shrieks of their voice And the look of bliss on my face As I carve I must have your flesh...
Submitted by Grave666 — May 09, 2026
This track is instrumental.