The Egyptians built their pyramids, The Romans did what they did, Now everything's come down to this, It's just you and I our kid, We could send a million to the Moon, But why can't I get on with you? The cellophane around my mouth Stops the anger seeping out Our deaf and dumb dinners, Gravy in the mud, No singles just fillers, Sometimes I wish I could, but... I can't behave I know it's not the heathen in me It's just that I've been bleeding lately Internally, don't turn to me, Bite your tongue, the torrid weapon You could learn a useful lesson What's so great about the great depression? Was it a blast for you? 'Cause it's blasphemy Words cut like a knife through vaseline You can't really mean what you mean When you say what you say Tourettes make them come out that way. "Wish I was here", well I wish you weren't Your gift of anger's better burnt If nothing's said, and nothing's learnt, I thought I wasn't but I'm really hurting Our deaf and dumb dinners, There's gravy in the mud and... I can't behave No it's not the heathen in me It's just that I've been bleeding lately Internally, don't turn to me, Bite my tongue, the torrid weapon I could learn a useful lesson What's so great about the great depression? Was it a blast for you? Blasphemy Our great adventure, Christmas in the snow, Senile dementia maybe, What way to go I can't behave I know it's not the heathen in me It's just that I've been bleeding lately Internally, so turn to me, Bite your tongue, your torrid weapon We could learn a useful lesson Ain't it great this great depression? It's not a blast for me It's blasphemy

You got hell to pay, but you already sold your soul It's blasphemy, but the words don't make sense no more What would your mother say? Your faith has you immured So don't try and tell me that you still believe, no, don't preach to me Ask no questions and you'll get no lies Turn the cheek and blind the eye Let it go Bend the knee and give away your life Bite your tongue and close your mind Never know 'Cause you got hell to pay, but you already sold your soul It's blasphemy, but the words don't make sense no more What would your mother say? Your faith has you immured So don't try and tell me that you still believe, no, don't preach to me You're not blessed, you're cursed And it's getting worse now It makes no sense, but it must be right The blood and sweat you sacrificed Was it all for nothing? 'Cause we've found no sign and we've seen no light We hear no voice when we pray at night But we swore, and now it's too late to turn back You're not blessed, you're cursed And it's getting worse now You got hell to pay, but you already sold your soul It's blasphemy, but the words don't make sense no more What would your mother say? Your faith has you immured So don't try and tell me that you still believe, no, don't preach to me No, don't preach to me Don't preach me (you're not blessed, you're cursed) No, don't preach me (and it's getting worse now) It's blasphemy

Oh, I believe in something else, There's no name for it in spite of men more clever than I. Wistful men of scripture wander the earth, 'Cause of their faith they're born to die, Or else are not pious. Seems a long time just to be waiting to live my life I say... It's so much better each time. I feel like I could die. Oh, I feel like everything's fine, lord. It only happens of course, When I run onto their swords. I'm never knowing quite why, but I Oh I believe in something else. Oh, I believe in science being a window, We look out of but never back inside. Oh and I believe that weeks and streets cheat the feet, Of anyone that tries to run beside, but never you mind. Falling behind is where I found the best of life I say... It's so much better each time. I feel like I could die. Oh, I feel like everything's fine. Oh lord. It only happens of course, When I run onto their swords, I'm never knowing quite why, but I. Oh, I believe in something else. (Watch me now) Oh children of a different design all march to different drums, But they're all marching in time. That's a funny coincidence; that's funny don't you think that they'd realise? Oh well, well and masses singing songs for a child, But the melodies wild, and they're all out of time. Some who sing, well they hardly start, They sing with half a heart and in doing so they lie. Ohh oh but I'm not the one to decide, whose pulling the wool over your eyes; 'Cause I've only lived behind my own eyes, And if I told you different it'd just be a lie. I say Each man believes it's his right, To show the others the light. But a minds' limit's a life, oh lord. Each in each others exile, And guiltier than those they try. Oh it's no small wonder that I, yes I Oh I believe in something else.

Inside the mausoleum a sour body, assembled is the coven for gluttony Opening the casket disgusting horrid sight, feast can now begin necrovorous rite Ripped up gutter, a stench most foul Morbid pleasure, the disembowel Tapping the black blood, drinking iron wine Dead you fill your purpose, human swine Devouring the innards, feast on rotting sore Stinking corpse for eating, feeding on the gore The grizzly ritual, will now proceed Body dismembered, through cannibal greed Bloody limbs are scattered, a smelly pile Dead one torn asunder, an act most vile Devouring the innards, feast on rotting sore Stinking corpse for eating, feeding on the gore Eating from a coffin - Eating from a grave - Eating from a coffin - Eating from a grave Rancid decay, pouring out from the sockets Fancied dismay, sticky fingers into rear pockets Molestation frenzy, excreting the skeletal remains Rabid faces eerie, smeared in clotted moshed brains Coffin stained with dirt, stinking gory soil Chewed off stumps into the cauldron for the boil Fed are now the ghouls, and the crones Consumed is the corpse, burnt are the bones Devouring the innards, feast on rotting sore Stinking corpse for eating, feeding on the gore Eating from a coffin - Eating from a grave - Eating from a coffin - Eating from a grave

Dusk spreads over this cemetery, the ground appears deceased Lifeless forms buts the sky, out here all life has ceased Putrid odours rising, from beneath the ground They climb up from the tombs, with a freezing horrid sound From beyond the grave - from beyond the grave Exquisite stench of death, insurrective resurrection Arisen from the dirt, putrefactive infestation Brought... back... from the dead Lifeless... eyes... in their maggot infested heads... Dusk spreads over this cemetery, the ground appears deceased Lifeless forms buts the sky, out here all life has ceased Putrid odours rising, from beneath the ground They climb up from the tombs, with a freezing horrid sound from beyond the grave, from beyond the grave Scum of the earth, obliquity in the creation awakened by mistake, overdose of radiation Terminal deadforms unleashed, in a morbid re-animation Accidentally unearthed, it's evils resuscitation Scum of the earth, obliquity in the creation Awakened by mistake, overdose of radiation

Denounced myself from the god of the light Drank the blood of eternal life and darkness might Serving him with cloven hooves, thus I infest Demands of his infernal majesty's request After midnight I excel, poisoned by the lye of hell Rise again to bathe in crust, dwelling in perverted lust The likes of me are taking over, rage across the land Beastly ones are in command... ...And hungry are the damned Nosferatu inside of you Nosferatu inside of you and me Bloodlust drives me to kill again Ya'll will die from the terror of my reign Discarded corpses, dried of life left as trace Behold my fangs as they sink into your fucking face After midnight I excel, poisoned by the lye of hell Rise again to bathe in crust, dwelling in perverted lust The likes of me are taking over, rage across the land Beastly ones are in command... ...And hungry are the damned Up from a shallow grave Clotted blood is what I crave An apex predator Always hungry for more Slit your throat and you'll see Reborn in morbidity ...Just like me [Lead: Goore] Ghastly proceeds the funeral procession What once was hidden is now at hand Vastly exceeds the global recession We're all smitten so we are the damned Nosferatu inside of you Nosferatu inside of me [Lead: Goore] After midnight I excel, poisoned by the lye of hell Rise again to bathe in crust, dwelling in perverted lust The likes of me are taking over, rage across the land Beastly ones are in command... ...And hungry are the damned

Decrepit as you've fallen in disease Joints are withering as they slowly freeze Decomposition eating through your head Mistakenly you're confirmed as dead Opening the torso - remove the stinking crud Tapping your veins of fluids and blood Yawning gap sewn shut in haste An attractive corpse - dryed out human waste Panicing yet you're paralyzed Hearing the mourners deprave Screaming silent and voiceless As you're lowered into the grave Premature Burial Trapped in a box six feet under ground You slowly fall apart, never to be found Black putrefaction odour is sumptious Smelling sweet and sour - the stench of puss Festering posture of malignant phlegm Hungry maggots are running internal mayhem Deafened by the silence, dark is all you see Inside this rotting coffin you'll spend eternity Panicing yet you're paralyzed Hearing the mourners deprave Screaming silent and voiceless As you're lowered into the grave Premature Burial As one with the cemetary Frozen... Decayed... Rotten... Soon you will be but a memory... Undead... Buried... Forgotten! [Lead: Burns] [Lead: Goore] Panicing yet you're paralyzed Claustrophobic wooden cell Screaming silent and voiceless If only you could burn in hell Premature Burial

Exhumation of a tomb, evil haunted catacomb Rotten corpse covered in dust, drained arteries in rust Bring a saw cut off an arm, necrophilia was it's charm Molestation of the dead, fucking with a cut-off head Smell the decomposed stiff, erosion of life God awful horrid sniff, strikes as lethal strife Urge to fulfill and ever needed thrill, a sinful corpse to obey my will Copulation with the deceased, genital bacteria has sure increased Gluttony unto what remain, ravage unto feebles grain Blasphemy to fuck the dead, sanity the inner voices said Whispers inside my brain, telling me to cure the pain Your remnants so unpure, jailed to putrefaction you're... Draped in cerecloth - raped in sepulchral rot Draped in cerecloth - raped in sepulchral rot Compulsion controls my mind unspeakable inclinations behind dismemberment of the late eye to eye with certain fate Smell the decomposed stiff, erosion of life God awful horrid sniff, strikes as lethal strife Exhumation of a tomb, evil haunted catacomb Rotten corpse covered in dust, drained arteries in rust Bring a saw cut off an arm, necrophilia has it's charm Molestation of the dead, fucking with a cut-off head Voices inside my brain, telling me to cure the pain Your remnants so unpure, jailed to putrefaction you're... Draped in Cerecloth - raped in sepulchral rot Draped in cerecloth - raped in sepulchral rot