In the Name of Gore Lyrics
| Song | In the Name of Gore |
| Artist | Exhumed |
| Album | Anatomy Is Destiny |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Matt | |
| In grisly detail we play out or own death scenes' coup de grace | |
| With homicidal zeal we remove the curtain that decorum would draw | |
| Retrograding your morality in our sick, dead world, it had no place | |
| Desecrating your sense of dignity, but of course in the end, it's all a matter of (dis)taste... | |
| Your values mollified - severed by clean, precise cuts, each to the last | |
| Your senses vilified - taste and tolerance are now taken to task... | |
| In the name of gore, we'll set right this bloody score | |
| The grave can't hold us anymore, we'll kick in the mausoleum doors | |
| Even sicker than before, we enjoy this gruesome chore | |
| Revealing the ghastly horror, the face of death that you deplore | |
| Rotting through the core, this slaughterous carnage you abhor | |
| Is the vocation we adore, as we drain another oozing sore | |
| Bringing revulsion to the fore, as the vomit stains on the floor | |
| FOREVERMOR | |
| E - IN THE | |
| NAME OF GO | |
| RE... Stopping at nothing to indulge an off-color sense of tumor | |
| We regurgitate force-fed atrocities straight onto a silver platter | |
| Serving up ghastly repast hard to swallow without black humor | |
| With tongue in cheek we gorge on the matter of splatter | |
| Leaving no headstone unturned and no gravesite unmarred | |
| Our wayward journey six feet straight down we undertake | |
| Dark horses tread swiftly through this unhallowed danse macabre | |
| Somnambulating through our own nightmares while fully awake... | |
| Never letting sleeping cadavers lie, we wring out their sickening stories | |
| Though lending a near and a voice to the dead would make some wince | |
| No detail is omitted, no matter how repulsive, vile or gory | |
| We won't recant our morbid epithets, flesh, not words, is what we mince... [Lead - Matt] | |
| Decay by any other name would reek and fester just the same | |
| We delight in beating a dead corpse in its own malignant game | |
| Slicing off another cutting remark that could shear off protruding bones | |
| Our barbs are quite malicious and our verbal daggers sharply honed... | |
| Decay consecrated - wallowing in our own pathological waste | |
| Reality regurgitated - and smear right back in your fucking face... | |
| In the name of gore, we'll set right this bloody score | |
| The grave can't hold us anymore, we'll kick in the mausoleum doors | |
| Even sicker than before, we enjoy this gruesome chore | |
| Revealing the ghastly horror, the face of death that you deplore | |
| Rotting through the core, this slaughterous carnage you abhor | |
| Is the vocation we adore, as we drain another oozing sore | |
| Bringing revulsion to the fore, as the vomit stains on the floor | |
| FOREVERMOR | |
| E - IN THE | |
| NAME OF GO | |
| RE... |
| zuo qu : Matt | |
| In grisly detail we play out or own death scenes' coup de grace | |
| With homicidal zeal we remove the curtain that decorum would draw | |
| Retrograding your morality in our sick, dead world, it had no place | |
| Desecrating your sense of dignity, but of course in the end, it' s all a matter of dis taste... | |
| Your values mollified severed by clean, precise cuts, each to the last | |
| Your senses vilified taste and tolerance are now taken to task... | |
| In the name of gore, we' ll set right this bloody score | |
| The grave can' t hold us anymore, we' ll kick in the mausoleum doors | |
| Even sicker than before, we enjoy this gruesome chore | |
| Revealing the ghastly horror, the face of death that you deplore | |
| Rotting through the core, this slaughterous carnage you abhor | |
| Is the vocation we adore, as we drain another oozing sore | |
| Bringing revulsion to the fore, as the vomit stains on the floor | |
| FOREVERMOR | |
| E IN THE | |
| NAME OF GO | |
| RE... Stopping at nothing to indulge an offcolor sense of tumor | |
| We regurgitate forcefed atrocities straight onto a silver platter | |
| Serving up ghastly repast hard to swallow without black humor | |
| With tongue in cheek we gorge on the matter of splatter | |
| Leaving no headstone unturned and no gravesite unmarred | |
| Our wayward journey six feet straight down we undertake | |
| Dark horses tread swiftly through this unhallowed danse macabre | |
| Somnambulating through our own nightmares while fully awake... | |
| Never letting sleeping cadavers lie, we wring out their sickening stories | |
| Though lending a near and a voice to the dead would make some wince | |
| No detail is omitted, no matter how repulsive, vile or gory | |
| We won' t recant our morbid epithets, flesh, not words, is what we mince... Lead Matt | |
| Decay by any other name would reek and fester just the same | |
| We delight in beating a dead corpse in its own malignant game | |
| Slicing off another cutting remark that could shear off protruding bones | |
| Our barbs are quite malicious and our verbal daggers sharply honed... | |
| Decay consecrated wallowing in our own pathological waste | |
| Reality regurgitated and smear right back in your fucking face... | |
| In the name of gore, we' ll set right this bloody score | |
| The grave can' t hold us anymore, we' ll kick in the mausoleum doors | |
| Even sicker than before, we enjoy this gruesome chore | |
| Revealing the ghastly horror, the face of death that you deplore | |
| Rotting through the core, this slaughterous carnage you abhor | |
| Is the vocation we adore, as we drain another oozing sore | |
| Bringing revulsion to the fore, as the vomit stains on the floor | |
| FOREVERMOR | |
| E IN THE | |
| NAME OF GO | |
| RE... |
| zuò qǔ : Matt | |
| In grisly detail we play out or own death scenes' coup de grace | |
| With homicidal zeal we remove the curtain that decorum would draw | |
| Retrograding your morality in our sick, dead world, it had no place | |
| Desecrating your sense of dignity, but of course in the end, it' s all a matter of dis taste... | |
| Your values mollified severed by clean, precise cuts, each to the last | |
| Your senses vilified taste and tolerance are now taken to task... | |
| In the name of gore, we' ll set right this bloody score | |
| The grave can' t hold us anymore, we' ll kick in the mausoleum doors | |
| Even sicker than before, we enjoy this gruesome chore | |
| Revealing the ghastly horror, the face of death that you deplore | |
| Rotting through the core, this slaughterous carnage you abhor | |
| Is the vocation we adore, as we drain another oozing sore | |
| Bringing revulsion to the fore, as the vomit stains on the floor | |
| FOREVERMOR | |
| E IN THE | |
| NAME OF GO | |
| RE... Stopping at nothing to indulge an offcolor sense of tumor | |
| We regurgitate forcefed atrocities straight onto a silver platter | |
| Serving up ghastly repast hard to swallow without black humor | |
| With tongue in cheek we gorge on the matter of splatter | |
| Leaving no headstone unturned and no gravesite unmarred | |
| Our wayward journey six feet straight down we undertake | |
| Dark horses tread swiftly through this unhallowed danse macabre | |
| Somnambulating through our own nightmares while fully awake... | |
| Never letting sleeping cadavers lie, we wring out their sickening stories | |
| Though lending a near and a voice to the dead would make some wince | |
| No detail is omitted, no matter how repulsive, vile or gory | |
| We won' t recant our morbid epithets, flesh, not words, is what we mince... Lead Matt | |
| Decay by any other name would reek and fester just the same | |
| We delight in beating a dead corpse in its own malignant game | |
| Slicing off another cutting remark that could shear off protruding bones | |
| Our barbs are quite malicious and our verbal daggers sharply honed... | |
| Decay consecrated wallowing in our own pathological waste | |
| Reality regurgitated and smear right back in your fucking face... | |
| In the name of gore, we' ll set right this bloody score | |
| The grave can' t hold us anymore, we' ll kick in the mausoleum doors | |
| Even sicker than before, we enjoy this gruesome chore | |
| Revealing the ghastly horror, the face of death that you deplore | |
| Rotting through the core, this slaughterous carnage you abhor | |
| Is the vocation we adore, as we drain another oozing sore | |
| Bringing revulsion to the fore, as the vomit stains on the floor | |
| FOREVERMOR | |
| E IN THE | |
| NAME OF GO | |
| RE... |
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