| Song | Exhume To Consume |
| Artist | Carcass |
| Album | Wake Up And Smell The Carcass |
| 作词 : Carcass | |
| Grimly I dig up the turfs | |
| To remove the corrupted stiffs | |
| Trying to contain my excitement | |
| As I desecrate graveolent crypts... | |
| Fingers claw at coffin lids | |
| Eager festal exhumation | |
| Hugging your wry, festered remains | |
| With posthumous joy and elation... | |
| Body snatched, freshly interred | |
| Whatever takes my fancy | |
| To satisfy my gratuitous pica | |
| My culinary necromancy... | |
| Scrutinised then brutalized | |
| My forensic inquisition is fulfilled | |
| My recipe is now your epitaph | |
| Be it fried, boiled or grilled... | |
| I devour the pediculous corpse | |
| Whetting my palate as | |
| I exhumeThe festering stench of rotting flesh | |
| Makes me drool as | |
| I consume... | |
| Caskets I grate | |
| My larder's a grave | |
| I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed) | |
| Rotten remains | |
| I eatPurulent meat | |
| What a funeral feast (putrid reek) | |
| Weeping tissue is stripped | |
| Pus dribbles from my lips | |
| Pulverising this pustular chaff | |
| Butchering up morgues makes me laugh... | |
| Ulcerated flesh | |
| I munchRotting corpses are my lunch | |
| On bones I love to crunch (on the badly decomposed) | |
| Shrivelled innards | |
| I lickThe corpse's head | |
| I kickCrumbling shreds | |
| I pick (eat the stiffs)(Solo: morbid melody for the deceased with salt to taste) | |
| Rancid flesh, slaughter the dead- | |
| Caskets exhumed... | |
| Corpses disenterred, graves disturbed- | |
| To consume... | |
| Bereaved relatives are not amused | |
| As on their dear departed | |
| I feverishly consume... | |
| Slavering worms, decomposure burns | |
| Corrosion born, as bacteria gnaw | |
| Desecrate... | |
| Precipiate...(from the muddy grave) | |
| Macerate... | |
| Eviscerate... | |
| Caskets I grate | |
| My larder's a grave | |
| I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed) | |
| Rotten remains | |
| I eatPurulent meat | |
| What a funeral feast (putrid reek) | |
| Saponified fats, nibbled by rats- | |
| Freshly exhumed... | |
| Deep down six feet is where | |
| I like to eat- | |
| Human flesh to consume... |
| zuò cí : Carcass | |
| Grimly I dig up the turfs | |
| To remove the corrupted stiffs | |
| Trying to contain my excitement | |
| As I desecrate graveolent crypts... | |
| Fingers claw at coffin lids | |
| Eager festal exhumation | |
| Hugging your wry, festered remains | |
| With posthumous joy and elation... | |
| Body snatched, freshly interred | |
| Whatever takes my fancy | |
| To satisfy my gratuitous pica | |
| My culinary necromancy... | |
| Scrutinised then brutalized | |
| My forensic inquisition is fulfilled | |
| My recipe is now your epitaph | |
| Be it fried, boiled or grilled... | |
| I devour the pediculous corpse | |
| Whetting my palate as | |
| I exhumeThe festering stench of rotting flesh | |
| Makes me drool as | |
| I consume... | |
| Caskets I grate | |
| My larder' s a grave | |
| I' m sickly obsessed with the badly decomposed | |
| Rotten remains | |
| I eatPurulent meat | |
| What a funeral feast putrid reek | |
| Weeping tissue is stripped | |
| Pus dribbles from my lips | |
| Pulverising this pustular chaff | |
| Butchering up morgues makes me laugh... | |
| Ulcerated flesh | |
| I munchRotting corpses are my lunch | |
| On bones I love to crunch on the badly decomposed | |
| Shrivelled innards | |
| I lickThe corpse' s head | |
| I kickCrumbling shreds | |
| I pick eat the stiffs Solo: morbid melody for the deceased with salt to taste | |
| Rancid flesh, slaughter the dead | |
| Caskets exhumed... | |
| Corpses disenterred, graves disturbed | |
| To consume... | |
| Bereaved relatives are not amused | |
| As on their dear departed | |
| I feverishly consume... | |
| Slavering worms, decomposure burns | |
| Corrosion born, as bacteria gnaw | |
| Desecrate... | |
| Precipiate... from the muddy grave | |
| Macerate... | |
| Eviscerate... | |
| Caskets I grate | |
| My larder' s a grave | |
| I' m sickly obsessed with the badly decomposed | |
| Rotten remains | |
| I eatPurulent meat | |
| What a funeral feast putrid reek | |
| Saponified fats, nibbled by rats | |
| Freshly exhumed... | |
| Deep down six feet is where | |
| I like to eat | |
| Human flesh to consume... |