Carbonized Corpses
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Strapped up onto the mortuary table Covered with yesterday's slush I now control your destiny Life ends in a pool of pus Alive... Your chest pumping, vibrating An object... For exasperating slow dissection Screaming... "Take my life" Shivering... As I pierce your skin with my knife My cutting is a slow process Limbs, trachea and flesh removal Through my stretched anal-tract I defecate your semi-digested offal With my indomitable hunger I munch on your skinned genitals My fingers sopping in the orbits Blood seeps from the pierced eyeballs Your anus... drips with gore Internal organs... smeared over the floor The maggot-infested brains Disgorges through nasus and ears My hands bloodred and dripping As I slowly, slowly tear
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
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The hair starts to scorch, into your skin You start to boil, and shrivel from within Coiling in pain, your skin tears up Grease starts bubbling, blisters spouting pus Bones through the flesh, coagulating brain Choking in the fumes, the limbs start to strain Exploding organs, running faecal mess The chest starts to swell, filling itself with cess I embrocate with the blood, myself thoroughly The hot blood on my skin, is filling me with glee The shaking of the body, turns to cadaveric spasm The stinking, steaming corpse, is ready to consume I eat the swollen liver, and drink the extracted pus I feast on the mess, with agonizing lust I eat the slimy organs, addicted to the flesh Disrupted guts are slithering, the carcass is a mess With purulent discharge, the body is pulsating The liquids flowing free, the eye-sockets are dripping I smash the head, and break the every bone Crushing the corpse, disgusting and slow Lying in the pulp, turning myself around Starting to laugh, with an organ in my mouth
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Jun 18, 2026
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