Deadest of the Dead Lyrics
| Song | Deadest of the Dead |
| Artist | Exhumed |
| Album | Gore Metal |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Harvey | |
| (musick & lyrixxx - Matt Harvey, 1998) | |
| In the deadest of nights I perform a graveside disservice, Disinhuming the | |
| remains of those who I deem to deserve this, A corpse dead to rights will | |
| undergo this rigorous trashing, Selecting the tomb of the poor stiff that | |
| tonight I will be thrashing... Exhumed from the shelter of earth's dusty | |
| embrace for a morbid curiosity, Then abruptly dismembered without | |
| compunction, just pure feriocity... Consumed and left to welter, In shredded | |
| entrails and long dessciated pus, Wiping the firt from my hands, As I walk | |
| from the grave that I've trampled to dust... Caskets uprooted, mausoleums | |
| stained red, Riding high six feet deep amongst the deadest of the dead, A | |
| tombstone is the sole mute witness, To necro-attrocities as I endeavor to | |
| split this... Corpse in half, stricken by my wrath, The carcass is maimed, | |
| Cleft by pick-axe, halved, quartered and smashed, The gravesite's in flames, | |
| Culled from the reams of obituaries deep in the cemetary, I torment the | |
| entombed, The dead should be wary of the grudges I carry, Deep into the | |
| gloom... Riding high six feet under, Inhale the stench of my nocturnal | |
| plunderm I'll never find piece in a cold, hard death bed, Until I have found | |
| the deadest of the dead... Your insipid epitaph rots, In the dead-letter file, | |
| A necrophile's smile beguiles, Your remains thus defiled, The decrepit | |
| laughter echoes, In the now vacant burial plot, Decayed, dead and decomposed, | |
| But in peace you'll never rot... Piss on the unholy grave, torso carved and | |
| depraved, Now gone the way of all flesh to give me this day my daily death, | |
| The next to fall prey to my sepulchural slaughter, Another dead festering | |
| corpse whose demise has at last brought her... Under the blade, she's carved | |
| up and flayed, Body dismembered, No respects paid, I hack up the slayed, Who | |
| no one remembers, Chainsaw fucked to the hilt, her guts have all spilled, I | |
| destroy the interred, One foot in the grave, by the casket enslaved, I'm an | |
| unholy terror... Riding high six feet down, Finding my niche in a hole in the | |
| ground, One step over the dead-line I tread, In this graveyard of stiffs, I am | |
| the deadest of the dead... |
| zuo qu : Harvey | |
| musick lyrixxx Matt Harvey, 1998 | |
| In the deadest of nights I perform a graveside disservice, Disinhuming the | |
| remains of those who I deem to deserve this, A corpse dead to rights will | |
| undergo this rigorous trashing, Selecting the tomb of the poor stiff that | |
| tonight I will be thrashing... Exhumed from the shelter of earth' s dusty | |
| embrace for a morbid curiosity, Then abruptly dismembered without | |
| compunction, just pure feriocity... Consumed and left to welter, In shredded | |
| entrails and long dessciated pus, Wiping the firt from my hands, As I walk | |
| from the grave that I' ve trampled to dust... Caskets uprooted, mausoleums | |
| stained red, Riding high six feet deep amongst the deadest of the dead, A | |
| tombstone is the sole mute witness, To necroattrocities as I endeavor to | |
| split this... Corpse in half, stricken by my wrath, The carcass is maimed, | |
| Cleft by pickaxe, halved, quartered and smashed, The gravesite' s in flames, | |
| Culled from the reams of obituaries deep in the cemetary, I torment the | |
| entombed, The dead should be wary of the grudges I carry, Deep into the | |
| gloom... Riding high six feet under, Inhale the stench of my nocturnal | |
| plunderm I' ll never find piece in a cold, hard death bed, Until I have found | |
| the deadest of the dead... Your insipid epitaph rots, In the deadletter file, | |
| A necrophile' s smile beguiles, Your remains thus defiled, The decrepit | |
| laughter echoes, In the now vacant burial plot, Decayed, dead and decomposed, | |
| But in peace you' ll never rot... Piss on the unholy grave, torso carved and | |
| depraved, Now gone the way of all flesh to give me this day my daily death, | |
| The next to fall prey to my sepulchural slaughter, Another dead festering | |
| corpse whose demise has at last brought her... Under the blade, she' s carved | |
| up and flayed, Body dismembered, No respects paid, I hack up the slayed, Who | |
| no one remembers, Chainsaw fucked to the hilt, her guts have all spilled, I | |
| destroy the interred, One foot in the grave, by the casket enslaved, I' m an | |
| unholy terror... Riding high six feet down, Finding my niche in a hole in the | |
| ground, One step over the deadline I tread, In this graveyard of stiffs, I am | |
| the deadest of the dead... |
| zuò qǔ : Harvey | |
| musick lyrixxx Matt Harvey, 1998 | |
| In the deadest of nights I perform a graveside disservice, Disinhuming the | |
| remains of those who I deem to deserve this, A corpse dead to rights will | |
| undergo this rigorous trashing, Selecting the tomb of the poor stiff that | |
| tonight I will be thrashing... Exhumed from the shelter of earth' s dusty | |
| embrace for a morbid curiosity, Then abruptly dismembered without | |
| compunction, just pure feriocity... Consumed and left to welter, In shredded | |
| entrails and long dessciated pus, Wiping the firt from my hands, As I walk | |
| from the grave that I' ve trampled to dust... Caskets uprooted, mausoleums | |
| stained red, Riding high six feet deep amongst the deadest of the dead, A | |
| tombstone is the sole mute witness, To necroattrocities as I endeavor to | |
| split this... Corpse in half, stricken by my wrath, The carcass is maimed, | |
| Cleft by pickaxe, halved, quartered and smashed, The gravesite' s in flames, | |
| Culled from the reams of obituaries deep in the cemetary, I torment the | |
| entombed, The dead should be wary of the grudges I carry, Deep into the | |
| gloom... Riding high six feet under, Inhale the stench of my nocturnal | |
| plunderm I' ll never find piece in a cold, hard death bed, Until I have found | |
| the deadest of the dead... Your insipid epitaph rots, In the deadletter file, | |
| A necrophile' s smile beguiles, Your remains thus defiled, The decrepit | |
| laughter echoes, In the now vacant burial plot, Decayed, dead and decomposed, | |
| But in peace you' ll never rot... Piss on the unholy grave, torso carved and | |
| depraved, Now gone the way of all flesh to give me this day my daily death, | |
| The next to fall prey to my sepulchural slaughter, Another dead festering | |
| corpse whose demise has at last brought her... Under the blade, she' s carved | |
| up and flayed, Body dismembered, No respects paid, I hack up the slayed, Who | |
| no one remembers, Chainsaw fucked to the hilt, her guts have all spilled, I | |
| destroy the interred, One foot in the grave, by the casket enslaved, I' m an | |
| unholy terror... Riding high six feet down, Finding my niche in a hole in the | |
| ground, One step over the deadline I tread, In this graveyard of stiffs, I am | |
| the deadest of the dead... |
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