Whitechapel
Album • 2007
This track is instrumental.
Captivating with sadistic intentions to exalt the carrion. Holding onto faith like it would help me anyway. Up on my feet vehemence takes over as I pave the way to anatomical feasts. Severing the ties, I once endured to understand why it is that I crave the dead. Going by my knowledge of popular culture! I find a sense in malpracticing the common ways. Wallowing in claret, I long for such salvation. For when I'm through I shall wear your pride upon my lips. Songs of the dead will eternally be chanted before sepulture. I must purloin the genitalia, I must find pleasure when you're gone. An injection of sodium thiopental applied! Your eyes are getting heavy now, I smell your fear. Delusions and paranoia are setting in. Control in my hands, I now shall purge. With the saw I maim, by the saw I live. With the saw I maim, by the saw I live. Inhaling fumes of the putrid festered funk, as I drain the throbbing cysts from the gangrenous vagina. The mordant reek is overtaking every inhalation. The nausea is overwhelming, I stop to heave. Brought forth are my confessions to the dead, as the lies coincide with vitriolic clues. We all will spread disease, we're all deceased. Carved in your face the sacrilegious rites, these words bring truth to what was foretold. Corpses and bile will reconcile, the rumors of this forensic plague. By these words I am one with the dead, and with this I've claimed the one which I'm wed. Until death do us part we'll rot hand in hand. Until death do us part we'll rot hand in hand.
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
Now that I have my trophy of your anatomy, your stiff can be excised aberrantly. Convulsions transpire you're seeping suppuration. Our intimacy is arcane to culture. These ethics I contain in my arsenal of pleasure, fail to be appreciated. Your proposition isn't good enough, my expectations don't meet yours. In due time I'll dictate your vile form into my incapable hands, and claim to you for my own. You're born into these hands again! Send the slut back to Hell... Another whore to seek, to fondle and misuse. Back to the grave to exhume again.
Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025
Raping her, hacking, slashing, violated. Raping her, hacking, slashing, violated. I'm not sorry, I don't care at all for what I did. You deserve everything you got! Disinclined, her fear is keeping me enticed, her gateway of sin exposed for fornication. Get over your dysphagia, I see the moisture in your eyes is dehydrating. Your screaming vibrations only draw me nigh to rupturing climax. As she chokes and gargles spit, I amputate her salty clitoris. Get over your dysphagia, I see the moisture in your eyes is dehydrating. Your screaming vibrations only draw me nigh to rupturing climax. Cutting incisions while reaching climax. How can you expect me to let up? You deserve it! Give me your tongue, I want to leave you an eternal taste of me. Let them know in Hell! Why fight? You'll just rue the day that you try to escape the conscience of the dead. Hold your throat and pray for help. Take this oath to the grave and never let it out. Look in these eyes and endure the sleep you'll need before you awake to nothing. Fucked and left for dead! This is war, fight! I am bored but fulfilled. Please if you don't mind, fulfill my passion. Gagging on my semen is required, swallow, spread it on your face. Choke on the snot and re-ingest all of the foam. Take one final breath! I want to see what you have learned and what you stand for. Choking and dry heaving...
As I hack your lifeless corpse with my chainsaw, my heart beats faster every swing I flay while smiling at your face. Don't fuck up the process, it won't be much longer until you die. Just let me have my fun and I will let you die in peace. Oh wait, I lied, false hope is my new trend. Disgusting, I know, but that's the general idea of me. Follow me into Hell! Faint footsteps behind you, run! I'll find you, don't bother hiding. I know when you're alone, I will fulfill myself. Now you're begging me to let you go, I laugh at such pitiful cries. Sodomizing your orifice, now you crawl away. Worthless, wretched foul slut. Open throat profuse bleeding... Screaming doesn't help you now, just give into my will again. Dry your pitiful eyes and wipe the phlegm that I've been hocking in your face. This confidential lick of my tongue will be taken to the grave and never be seen again. Screaming doesn't help you now, just give into my will again. Dry your pitiful eyes and wipe the phlegm that I've been hocking in your face. This confidential lick of my tongue will be taken to the grave and never be seen again. Looking up from Hell you weep, your sins have overcome your faith. I can't wait to have a taste, a year from now I'll have my feast.
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025
Screeching mephitic sacrilege manifesting. Raping your incoherent mind from afar. Holding your stiff hand below my waist, I will begin to ravish you. Symbolic pride against your skin marking eternal branding. Pulling out the tools, the operation beings, melting the skin to climax again. Fornicated whore of the past tense shall experience articula mortis. How innocent this scheme of murder! How I redeem my prize of faith, and infamy is not your place. I shall remember this, for I live again. Necromaniac pursuing dreams of liquid suffocation, your neck is smiling at me ear to fucking ear. The trachea exposed pulsing hemoglobin entities at me. Your neck is smiling ear to fucking ear. The gurgling of gore, the sound of splitting hide, the grinding of the bones. Ear to fucking ear! The verdict isn't met until you're dead. Ear to fucking ear!
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025
As your system contracts I'm waiting at the end with open mouth. My eagerness can't hold itself, my nerves are jolting. I'm on my knees waiting for something to give. Cauterized, the sweat is quenching every feeling in my mind. Dark morgues my home! I'll prowl in the nightfall, they want me to succumb. Isolated murder, no one can hear your screams. Your agony is bliss, your agony is bliss. Pure virgin held down, trust me. I'll give you everything, trust me. The hysterectomy is splattered on my face. Next stay ostectomy, I'm going weak. I'll leave you gutted for authorities to find. Nowhere to be found, my instincts are in vain.
Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 26, 2025
Staring at the remnants of the concoction of viral fluid. My appetite is repulsive, nonetheless I still pursue. I'm basking in the glory I have so desired. I confer your presentation you've bestowed. Rusted tools excising rotting dead. Rusted tools excising rotting dead. With your corpse I lay caressing. My fun is done, It's time to send you back. I'll slam it six feet deep closer to Hell. Descending back into your grave. You've been dismembered, molested and maimed. I can breathe again, erection wearing thin. Looking through the eyes of a necromaniac, a schizophrenic being uniting the dead. A post-mortem oath inscribed on your back, with this oath I've claimed your head. Morbid desires, finally fulfilled. Returning to the grave for a second course. Vile stench of dessication forming in my nodes. Chainsaw raping, bloated carcass. Hacked to pieces, necromaniac.
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
My monument is progressing, bereft is thy deed of completion. By all means you'll be alive, but not intact. I've sewn your lips to smile with your own defecation on your lips. I'll knock that shit-eating grin right off your face. Abnormally disfigured designs, you observe the genesis of my abattoir. Reality accepted, you have no choice but to comply with my scalpel and my license to kill. My license to kill. Anal seepage flowing, I can't repress the urge. Thy coprophagist shall ingurgiate the filth. Grinding at your head with my bonesaw breaking zygoma. I love these tools at my disposal, I'm alive. She cried out helplessly again, I ripped her limb from fucking limb. Just one less slut to walk this fucking earth. I will spit right in your fucking face. How does it taste after the lips are sealed below your waist? You will never fuck again! My scalpel gleams, my attention cast aside. Hardening arteries begging for an inimical thrust. By products of digestion soak the floor, I'm searching for a hypodermic syringe to draw the waste. Flowing in your jugular, the heart is pumping faster as I lie and wait to watch you erupt from every orifice. The necrotizing fasciitis has commenced its work. No anesthesia applied, this will be everlasting. In the name of anatomy I shall dismember and attain what is rightfully mine.
Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025
Bludgeoned face, licking my fingers of decrepit funk. My dear your face is so blank, where did you get those feelings? Please don't leave, help me live. Can't control myself, dilated eyes, pale white skin. I'm laughing in your face, your skin entrenches me. Now you're fucking dead! I can't be certain your remains will be insured. Beyond the grave is longer than you think. I saw the first slut mangled in front of me. Of course controlling my actions was not an easy task. It wasn't long before I found myself indulging. Against my will I please myself once more. Breathe! Fucking breathe... I swear you'll reap while I sew your cunt. And now you rot...
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025
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