Goremageddon : The Saw And The Carnage Done
(Aborted - 2003)







1. Meticulous Invagination
2. Parasitic Flesh Resection
3. The Saw & The Carnage Done
4. Ornaments Of Derision
5. Sanguine Verses (...Of Extirpation)
6. Charted Carnal Effigy
7. Clinical Colostomy
8. Medical Deviance
9. Sea Of Cartilage
10. Nemesis
11. Carnal Forge






1. Meticulous Invagination

[Music: Bart, Lyrics: Sven]

My name is Ted, indifferent to laws I strangle and maim women
January 4, ramming the betrod into her her cattered vagina
Incapable, defined is the hatred that lead to this carnage

Infested by love, a stone cold killer,
hacking and gnashing without remorse
Pipe fed to her cave, blinded by rage
I lacerate her lie spreading throat

Again I hack, enjoying every blow
I batter her cunt into pulp

Victims are idealized, a predestined massacre
Invaginated by the bedrod, crushing the uterus

Strangulation is not enough, brutaly I swing the pole,
inter her meaty beefhole... Injaculating thrill... I'm in for the kill...
Forced fed is my will, the pole rests in her vagina still

[Lead: Bart]

Infested by love, a stone cold killer,
hacking and gashing without remorse
Pipe fed to her cave, blinded by rage
I lacerate her lie spreading throat






2. Parasitic Flesh Resection

[Music: Thijs, Lyrics: Sven]

A quick grasp of insanity, cranial tissue in decay
A force fed tool of apathy i am
Parasitic life form, infesting my whole being
Necrotic fungus resecting organs to create...

From the realm of the dead I'm fed
Cracking open the coffin lid

Driven by a hunger, unable to grasp
A chemical reaction that campels me to grab
The axe, anxiously removed from its shelve
With an unpredescent joy I brutally hack

Psychonecrotic hallucinations,
as my skull begins to reek
With goreastic elegance I purge the weak

Parasitic life form
Rehashing the dead for its cause
The chopping of heads
A daily act of self-enjoyment

Cranial metamorphosis,
A forensic decrepit anomaly
Intestines turn into pulp
Axe wielding among the stiffs
Parasitic resection...






3. The Saw & The Carnage Done

[Music: Thijs, Lyrics: Sven]

Emulous life form emerges, and slashes continuously
A man made predator slides back moral, self censored reality

Crushing through my veins
Coagulating awareness
Chromosomes regressed
With the saw, I shall purge
Taking the next step,
The robbing of life
Anticipating blood flow
Feelings of contempt arise

No longer in control, I crave the dead
One with the dead, I am

A prophetized death machine, unleashed
Bones are splintered as I saw, Decadence to feed
Murder is mankind's only saviour, Goremageddon...

Sawig up stiffs to my every need,
decadence to feed
Feeding, and praying on man,
to cleanse the world, decandence exceeds

[lead: Thijs]
[lead: Bart]

Emulous life form emerges,
and slashes repeatedly
A man made predator feeding
on its own creator, your society

Feeding, and praying on man, to cleanse the world,
decadence exceeds
Sawing up stiffs to my every need,
decadence to feed






4. Ornaments Of Derision

[Music: Bart, Lyrics: Sven/Joel]

Taking advantage of the mentally instable,
I shall deprive of life and vision
All goals are clear to me, building an empire based on lies
I unleash upon others.

Indoctrination-feeding incapables with ridicule proclamations,
psychic eradication, numbing common sense to enslave the mass

[Lead: Bart]
[Lead: Thijs]

Like a vulture, a psychological predator,
I swarm around and feed upon their hate
A deliberate lobotomy, engrained mentally
They are nothing but tools to bereave life

Dare forsake me, dare doubt me
For I am god, plead for my mercy
Dare forsake me, dare doubt me
Face my wrath, as I strike
An unholy act is this arrest
Like a plague on man life ends

Indoctrination-feeding incapables with ridicule proclamations,
psychic eradication, numbing common sense to enslave the mass

idiots who are too stupid to live have done my bidding
psychic traumas caused in the name of god,
For i am David and David is He.






5. Sanguine Verses (...Of Extirpation)

[Music: bart/Thjis, Lyrics: Sven]

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






6. Charted Carnal Effigy

[Music: Thijs, Lyrics: Sven]

Gouging into flesh, and act of forensic grandeur
Abusing my identity to ravish insides, a concoction of a mind deprived
Scandal on the operating table, my fetid fetish to carve, maim and dice
Stripped to the gore, operating manure

Gore seeping from the insides, dissolving carnal tissue
Medical knowledge abused and forlorn for a private psychological feast
A carnival of dissolving tissues, brutaly I thrust the scalpel, into this pool of pus

Skin after skin, I peel expectance
Skin after skin, another stiff ready to fester

A morbid patologist
handing a rusted saw
Jaw cracked and splintered to bits
shattered and torn apart
Shattered ribs implode,
gastric juices drool, no more...

Gore seeping from the insides,
dissolving carnal tissue
medical knowledge abused and forlorn
for a private psychological feast
A carnival of dissolving tissue,
brutaly I thrust the scalpel, into this pool of pus

A lament configuration
Surgical abmination
Giblets squashed on the floor

[Lead: Bart]
[Lead: Thijs]

Skin from skin is torn
A forensic doctrine of gore






7. Clinical Colostomy

[Music: Bart, Lyrics: Sven/Leon Del Muerte]

Stain-less steel doors burst open
A gurney wheeling a flatulent cadaver
Abbreviated salutations muted by the stench
...By the stench...

Horrified nurses scatter
Foul human cess seeps
Punctuation the smell
Of acrid colonic contents
...colonical...

Numbed by the reek,
prepare for surgery
Internal horror revealed,
with a blast from the asscheek

Rumbling restless as inflicts post-mortal vengeance
Tell-tail dung marks across the operating table
Eyes see shit, decorating the tools
Hygenic practices scrapped by this foul odour

The ribcage opens,
a smell comes to the fore
Brown stained lungs oozing faeces,
regurgitation ensues

Disbelieving doctors from theories
Manure, in puddles,
from a human sewer
An unbelievable reek should have drained
from his pooper

Gasses build up pressure
Causing an ominous rumble from within
A ghastly turn of events
leaves them all shit-stained, shocked and chagrined

Stain-less steel doors burst open
yet in the other way
phrenetic surgeons are fleeing
this coprophagic mess

Numbed by the reek,
prepare for surgery
Internal horror revealed,
with a blast from the asscheek

A gruesome ending
to a tale of coprophagic grandeur
The art of forensic scatology
had to be endured
A bacteriological manifestation
which leaves no doubt
Infecting bystanders
with this methane gargling disease






8. Medical Deviance

[Music: Bart, Lyrics: Sven]

Reflected on the iris, A tale each stiff reveals
Numbing - depresonalisation
Surgical doctrines transmute to malevolance
A morbid fascination, medical expertise befouled
To ensure intravenous butchery...

Single handed and scalpel guided,
Life chors are sliced
Practitioners of a medical deviance
Rigor mortis sets in, achieving thrills
the doctor is in...

Thrusting tools incyst,
our minds are tools that wreck
The bonesaw abused,
your spleen removed, dissection in progression
Sterilised tools incyst,
our minds are tools that wreck
The bonesaw abused,
your spleen removed, dissection in progression

Reflected on the iris, A tale each stiff reveals
Numbing - depresonalisation
Surgical doctrines transmute to malevolance
A morbid fascination, medical expertise befouled
To ensure intravenous butchery...

Single handed and scalpel guided,
Life chors are sliced
Practitioners of a medical deviance
Rigor mortis sets in, achieving thrills
the doctor is in...

Let us cut your artery
Let us trip your humanity
Let us drain you profusely
Let us expose you completly

Sterilised tools incyst,
our minds are tools that wreck
The bonesaw abused,
your spleen removed, dissection in progression

Hooks and screws,
tools abused
Blood debouched,
stiffs retouched






9. Sea Of Cartilage

[Music: Christophe, Lyrics: Sven]

Murder
I have been embraced by suffering,
No longer human, I stalk my prey
To kill and gut all surrounding me
Humanity in me slips away

Into the basement,
My own private morgue
Necrotic restants are left to devour
Lunacy errupts from the world you breed
Nothing survives as I consume my meat

Depraved in my sea of cartilage
I'm draved in gore

I have been embraced by suffering,
No longer human, I stalk my prey
To kill and gut all surrounding me
My humanity slips from me

Into the basement,
My own private morgue
Necrotic restants are left to devour
Lunacy errupts from the world you breed
Nothing survives as I consume my meat

Severed head as ornament
My collection of the dead
Punctured cranial-walls collapse
Filled with acid
My aphrodisiac...

I will not rest...
Until I've killed you all
I will not rest...

Until your head
Hangs on the wall of suffering
No longer human, it takes control
Feelings overwhealming me
I have to rid the earth
Of human anatomy

I will not rest, until i've killed you all
Exposed and gutted in my hall of gore
Murder the world... let the blood run... free...

Infected, by this disease called love
I must fill my private morgue
Dissecting randomly,
Your voluptuous cadaver into soup I'll render

Can no longer bear this suffering
I am your god, your tortured will
No longer human it takes control
Destined to torture, mutilate and destroy






10. Nemesis

[Music: Bart, Lyrics: Sven]

Apathy raised upon childhood, Social skills erased
Automaticly blocking of any contact, Eomtions numbed
The anger grows within me...
I'm a walking human time bomb
Adrenaline thrusting in my blood flow,
morals collapse... Barriers fade as I take control...

With the first blow of the hammer, My mind's unblocked
Feelings I only dreamt of having, A psychic extacy
Murder becoming my sole comfort, Regressed for so long
Your body, my canvas of exploration, My playground of pus

Becoming, A self made god, a tool moulded by society
A - a nemesis of man, The emotions of which I'm fuelled
Result of social abuse, murder takes control

Another death ensued, another asshole entombed

[Leads: Bart]

With the first blow of the hammer, My mind's unblocked
Feelings I only dreamt of having, A psychic extacy
Murder becoming my sole comfort, Regressed for so long
Your body, my canvas of exploration, My playground of pus
Again I hack.







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