Sanguine Verses (...of Extirpation) Lyrics
| Song | Sanguine Verses (...of Extirpation) |
| Artist | Aborted |
| Album | Goremageddon |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bart, Sven, Thijs | |
| A darkened room re-opening at the stroke of twelve | |
| Grim cascades of light construct a blurry image | |
| The fridge-cage opens serving a putrid stiff | |
| Rusted will serve up the casual plat du jour | |
| Heat up the stove, my banquet commence | |
| Amputate limbs, | |
| Delicatesse in extremis | |
| There is no taste, like human rosbeef, haute-cuisine | |
| Savouring every chunk that slides down the esophague | |
| Feasting on man | |
| I survive reluctant and digestive | |
| Sanguine, my culinary addiction | |
| Just doing my part in depopulation | |
| Another day, another night to rob the morgue | |
| Retrieving chunks to stew what i adore | |
| Exhuming chunks to flavour the casserole | |
| I'm the grand chef brewfing a new brand of food | |
| Feasting in man | |
| I survive, reluctant, and digstive | |
| Your relatives, | |
| I shove down my throat | |
| Feeding of hate, preying on man, cannibalism with a cause [Lead: Jacob] [Lead: Bart] [Lead: Jacob] [Lead: Thjis] | |
| Little lumps of meat - | |
| Adoring the flesh | |
| I eat The dead no longer alone - | |
| In my belly to serve a better cause |
| zuo qu : Bart, Sven, Thijs | |
| A darkened room reopening at the stroke of twelve | |
| Grim cascades of light construct a blurry image | |
| The fridgecage opens serving a putrid stiff | |
| Rusted will serve up the casual plat du jour | |
| Heat up the stove, my banquet commence | |
| Amputate limbs, | |
| Delicatesse in extremis | |
| There is no taste, like human rosbeef, hautecuisine | |
| Savouring every chunk that slides down the esophague | |
| Feasting on man | |
| I survive reluctant and digestive | |
| Sanguine, my culinary addiction | |
| Just doing my part in depopulation | |
| Another day, another night to rob the morgue | |
| Retrieving chunks to stew what i adore | |
| Exhuming chunks to flavour the casserole | |
| I' m the grand chef brewfing a new brand of food | |
| Feasting in man | |
| I survive, reluctant, and digstive | |
| Your relatives, | |
| I shove down my throat | |
| Feeding of hate, preying on man, cannibalism with a cause Lead: Jacob Lead: Bart Lead: Jacob Lead: Thjis | |
| Little lumps of meat | |
| Adoring the flesh | |
| I eat The dead no longer alone | |
| In my belly to serve a better cause |
| zuò qǔ : Bart, Sven, Thijs | |
| A darkened room reopening at the stroke of twelve | |
| Grim cascades of light construct a blurry image | |
| The fridgecage opens serving a putrid stiff | |
| Rusted will serve up the casual plat du jour | |
| Heat up the stove, my banquet commence | |
| Amputate limbs, | |
| Delicatesse in extremis | |
| There is no taste, like human rosbeef, hautecuisine | |
| Savouring every chunk that slides down the esophague | |
| Feasting on man | |
| I survive reluctant and digestive | |
| Sanguine, my culinary addiction | |
| Just doing my part in depopulation | |
| Another day, another night to rob the morgue | |
| Retrieving chunks to stew what i adore | |
| Exhuming chunks to flavour the casserole | |
| I' m the grand chef brewfing a new brand of food | |
| Feasting in man | |
| I survive, reluctant, and digstive | |
| Your relatives, | |
| I shove down my throat | |
| Feeding of hate, preying on man, cannibalism with a cause Lead: Jacob Lead: Bart Lead: Jacob Lead: Thjis | |
| Little lumps of meat | |
| Adoring the flesh | |
| I eat The dead no longer alone | |
| In my belly to serve a better cause |
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