Carneous Cacoffiny Lyrics
| Song | Carneous Cacoffiny |
| Artist | Carcass |
| Album | Gods Of Grind On Tour |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Steer, Walker | |
| (Music: Steer)(Lyrics: Walker) | |
| Striking up my discordant underture | |
| A carnal cacophony perversely penned | |
| Transposed...and decomposed | |
| On strings fashioned from human twine | |
| Lovingly wound and fretted upon my bow | |
| Garishly incarcerated...the dead resonate | |
| In a final death-throe | |
| Vibrant as | |
| I thresh... | |
| Movements scripted for the dead... | |
| Orchestral horrors | |
| I vehemently conduct | |
| My corpus concertos cordial | |
| Disinterred... and detuned | |
| With six feet below | |
| In harmony with the deceased | |
| My inspiration...your disintegration | |
| For my latest masterpiece | |
| My score creeps your flesh.. | |
| Notes seep from sinewy frets... | |
| But don't hold your breath | |
| As you wait for your god or the void | |
| Or the abyss of nothingness | |
| Your usefulness isn't through | |
| Your productivity | |
| I resume... | |
| My sordid, soiled handicrafts | |
| Will be your afterlife's handicap...... | |
| My corrupt crescendos...... | |
| Will leave you out on a limbo...... | |
| Your disposition | |
| I unleash...... | |
| You will rest in my piece... | |
| With deadly dynamics | |
| You're dead, buried and barred | |
| Your remains dampened and fingered | |
| Your mortal coil is barbed | |
| The death-bells are peeling | |
| Ringing out as you flake | |
| Shrieking out their recitals | |
| A celebration of your wake... | |
| Enter my funereality | |
| My world two metres under | |
| A curious habitat | |
| Your muddy trench | |
| I plunderPass on to ethereality | |
| Churned out under the sextant's blade | |
| You live your life in wretchedness | |
| And death is no escape...(Lead: The ascent to eternal pandemonium and tabulature by W.G. Steer) |
| zuo ci : Steer, Walker | |
| Music: Steer Lyrics: Walker | |
| Striking up my discordant underture | |
| A carnal cacophony perversely penned | |
| Transposed... and decomposed | |
| On strings fashioned from human twine | |
| Lovingly wound and fretted upon my bow | |
| Garishly incarcerated... the dead resonate | |
| In a final deaththroe | |
| Vibrant as | |
| I thresh... | |
| Movements scripted for the dead... | |
| Orchestral horrors | |
| I vehemently conduct | |
| My corpus concertos cordial | |
| Disinterred... and detuned | |
| With six feet below | |
| In harmony with the deceased | |
| My inspiration... your disintegration | |
| For my latest masterpiece | |
| My score creeps your flesh.. | |
| Notes seep from sinewy frets... | |
| But don' t hold your breath | |
| As you wait for your god or the void | |
| Or the abyss of nothingness | |
| Your usefulness isn' t through | |
| Your productivity | |
| I resume... | |
| My sordid, soiled handicrafts | |
| Will be your afterlife' s handicap...... | |
| My corrupt crescendos...... | |
| Will leave you out on a limbo...... | |
| Your disposition | |
| I unleash...... | |
| You will rest in my piece... | |
| With deadly dynamics | |
| You' re dead, buried and barred | |
| Your remains dampened and fingered | |
| Your mortal coil is barbed | |
| The deathbells are peeling | |
| Ringing out as you flake | |
| Shrieking out their recitals | |
| A celebration of your wake... | |
| Enter my funereality | |
| My world two metres under | |
| A curious habitat | |
| Your muddy trench | |
| I plunderPass on to ethereality | |
| Churned out under the sextant' s blade | |
| You live your life in wretchedness | |
| And death is no escape... Lead: The ascent to eternal pandemonium and tabulature by W. G. Steer |
| zuò cí : Steer, Walker | |
| Music: Steer Lyrics: Walker | |
| Striking up my discordant underture | |
| A carnal cacophony perversely penned | |
| Transposed... and decomposed | |
| On strings fashioned from human twine | |
| Lovingly wound and fretted upon my bow | |
| Garishly incarcerated... the dead resonate | |
| In a final deaththroe | |
| Vibrant as | |
| I thresh... | |
| Movements scripted for the dead... | |
| Orchestral horrors | |
| I vehemently conduct | |
| My corpus concertos cordial | |
| Disinterred... and detuned | |
| With six feet below | |
| In harmony with the deceased | |
| My inspiration... your disintegration | |
| For my latest masterpiece | |
| My score creeps your flesh.. | |
| Notes seep from sinewy frets... | |
| But don' t hold your breath | |
| As you wait for your god or the void | |
| Or the abyss of nothingness | |
| Your usefulness isn' t through | |
| Your productivity | |
| I resume... | |
| My sordid, soiled handicrafts | |
| Will be your afterlife' s handicap...... | |
| My corrupt crescendos...... | |
| Will leave you out on a limbo...... | |
| Your disposition | |
| I unleash...... | |
| You will rest in my piece... | |
| With deadly dynamics | |
| You' re dead, buried and barred | |
| Your remains dampened and fingered | |
| Your mortal coil is barbed | |
| The deathbells are peeling | |
| Ringing out as you flake | |
| Shrieking out their recitals | |
| A celebration of your wake... | |
| Enter my funereality | |
| My world two metres under | |
| A curious habitat | |
| Your muddy trench | |
| I plunderPass on to ethereality | |
| Churned out under the sextant' s blade | |
| You live your life in wretchedness | |
| And death is no escape... Lead: The ascent to eternal pandemonium and tabulature by W. G. Steer |
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