Blood Bath Lyrics
| Song | Blood Bath |
| Artist | Impaled |
| Album | Dead Shall Dead Remain |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Necrotic ooze poured from a carafe | |
| Acquired for a blood bath | |
| In the morgue lies a treasure trove of lividous compounds decaying | |
| A trocar suctions out the blood while a sphincter suffers my raking | |
| With reams of ichor and surplus of fæces, the dead are so giving | |
| A boundless supply of foetid excretions compels me to lavage the stench of the living | |
| My skin sullied with the filth of life | |
| Vomit of my pores with which | |
| I am rife | |
| In my crepitated pits bacteria thrive | |
| Momentarily subdued by this morbid dive | |
| Cadaverous fats boiled into soap for a rotten lather | |
| Ensanguine mix of excreta and chyme, the cleanser | |
| I have gathered | |
| Putrescent spilth and human chum squab over the lip of my tub | |
| Soaking in the dead, skeletal remains exfoliate and scrub | |
| A cauldron teeming with wasted corse | |
| This mortal soiled with pus and remorse | |
| Out, out damned spot, caught red-handed, blood stains so hard to clean | |
| Arteries pumping crimson kelter, veins to expunge and ream | |
| A babe from the womb untimely ripped, bereft of life, it's squeezed and drained | |
| Placenta sponging at this corporeal form of which | |
| I am ashamed | |
| Basted organs | |
| Sebacious glands | |
| Cooked in a vat | |
| For a blood bath | |
| Scour away integument to reveal the fleshy tendons that | |
| I'll Abrase with cholic acid and with a solvent composed of bile | |
| Scrub out my gullet with a pro-septic wash that will | |
| Erase this mired being to be drained with the rest of the swill | |
| Post-mortem spew and excrement garnish the mort bouillon | |
| Meliorated with moldered viscera in my dead body lotion | |
| The necro-emetic concoction, effervescing with unctuous suds | |
| Desoils me of my besmirched existence, submerged in a basin of blood | |
| Blood bath |
| Necrotic ooze poured from a carafe | |
| Acquired for a blood bath | |
| In the morgue lies a treasure trove of lividous compounds decaying | |
| A trocar suctions out the blood while a sphincter suffers my raking | |
| With reams of ichor and surplus of f ces, the dead are so giving | |
| A boundless supply of foetid excretions compels me to lavage the stench of the living | |
| My skin sullied with the filth of life | |
| Vomit of my pores with which | |
| I am rife | |
| In my crepitated pits bacteria thrive | |
| Momentarily subdued by this morbid dive | |
| Cadaverous fats boiled into soap for a rotten lather | |
| Ensanguine mix of excreta and chyme, the cleanser | |
| I have gathered | |
| Putrescent spilth and human chum squab over the lip of my tub | |
| Soaking in the dead, skeletal remains exfoliate and scrub | |
| A cauldron teeming with wasted corse | |
| This mortal soiled with pus and remorse | |
| Out, out damned spot, caught redhanded, blood stains so hard to clean | |
| Arteries pumping crimson kelter, veins to expunge and ream | |
| A babe from the womb untimely ripped, bereft of life, it' s squeezed and drained | |
| Placenta sponging at this corporeal form of which | |
| I am ashamed | |
| Basted organs | |
| Sebacious glands | |
| Cooked in a vat | |
| For a blood bath | |
| Scour away integument to reveal the fleshy tendons that | |
| I' ll Abrase with cholic acid and with a solvent composed of bile | |
| Scrub out my gullet with a proseptic wash that will | |
| Erase this mired being to be drained with the rest of the swill | |
| Postmortem spew and excrement garnish the mort bouillon | |
| Meliorated with moldered viscera in my dead body lotion | |
| The necroemetic concoction, effervescing with unctuous suds | |
| Desoils me of my besmirched existence, submerged in a basin of blood | |
| Blood bath |
| Necrotic ooze poured from a carafe | |
| Acquired for a blood bath | |
| In the morgue lies a treasure trove of lividous compounds decaying | |
| A trocar suctions out the blood while a sphincter suffers my raking | |
| With reams of ichor and surplus of f ces, the dead are so giving | |
| A boundless supply of foetid excretions compels me to lavage the stench of the living | |
| My skin sullied with the filth of life | |
| Vomit of my pores with which | |
| I am rife | |
| In my crepitated pits bacteria thrive | |
| Momentarily subdued by this morbid dive | |
| Cadaverous fats boiled into soap for a rotten lather | |
| Ensanguine mix of excreta and chyme, the cleanser | |
| I have gathered | |
| Putrescent spilth and human chum squab over the lip of my tub | |
| Soaking in the dead, skeletal remains exfoliate and scrub | |
| A cauldron teeming with wasted corse | |
| This mortal soiled with pus and remorse | |
| Out, out damned spot, caught redhanded, blood stains so hard to clean | |
| Arteries pumping crimson kelter, veins to expunge and ream | |
| A babe from the womb untimely ripped, bereft of life, it' s squeezed and drained | |
| Placenta sponging at this corporeal form of which | |
| I am ashamed | |
| Basted organs | |
| Sebacious glands | |
| Cooked in a vat | |
| For a blood bath | |
| Scour away integument to reveal the fleshy tendons that | |
| I' ll Abrase with cholic acid and with a solvent composed of bile | |
| Scrub out my gullet with a proseptic wash that will | |
| Erase this mired being to be drained with the rest of the swill | |
| Postmortem spew and excrement garnish the mort bouillon | |
| Meliorated with moldered viscera in my dead body lotion | |
| The necroemetic concoction, effervescing with unctuous suds | |
| Desoils me of my besmirched existence, submerged in a basin of blood | |
| Blood bath |
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