1. Misfortune

Like cattle to the slaughter, he lures them to their death
Morbid thoughts fill twisted mind, a crave for tearing flesh.
Friendly face, a lollipop.
He traps them after school
Flat-chested, pretty six-year-old, the type that makes him drool.
Lubricates his vile tool, child tied to the bed
Rams his rod, the pelvis snaps, sheets stained brown and red

Frustration tears his mind apart
The pain in his brain– Making him insane...

His tool shed hosts a magnitude of corpses torn and scattered
Bloodied meat strewn on the floor from bodies slashed and tattered.
Sickened brain, repulsive lusts, feeble bodies torn apart
Finger paints, with body fluids, disgusting abstract art.
Stark staring mad, re-enacting horrid dreams
Horrors of his mind-made reality
More than flesh and blood can bear, raging uncontrolled
Feeble heartbeat drifts away, corpse lies still and cold.

2. Grave Ideals (Nekromaniak)

I'm in love with death– I Live for it. I die for it
Your life! Is mine to take away.
I'm here for the kill– I smell it. I taste it
I'll masturbate! All over your shallow grave.
The night is when I'll strike
– darkness is my domain.
A fever of lust burns through my loins
at the sight of you in pain.
I adore the screaming whore.
Begging for her life.
Her hot blood streams upon my face.
She's now my dying bride.

Ripped from cunt to chest,
Your flesh burns as I hack
My cock grows hard as I kill.
I'm the nekromaniak

You're out of luck, you bitching fuck, you'll cry
with one last gasp
I smell your fear, your end is here– here at last!
Now don't you fret. I've not come yet
– you are my darling slut!
I'll pull you down, into the ground
and give you one last fuck!
Your body still warm yet lifeless,
Your death is such a sight.
I pump your corpse in ecstasy then cum at
death's delight.

3. Spiritual Justice

Waiting to die, waiting to die.
The lonely horror of this concrete hell.
Eating my last supper,
I recall the lives I've swallowed.
Priests and guards now at my room,
cold and heartless stares.
My throat is dry, my heart pounds, struck with
terror– cold sweat runs!
Sitting in my death throne, arms and legs strapped tight.
Electric crown, my sure demise,
adorns my shaven head.
The switch is thrown, a power surge, the lights begin to dim.
My bowels give way, my brain implodes,
my blood starts to boil.
Darkness falls, no more pain,
awaiting my damnation,
Biding my time for eternity.
A light appears, a blinding light, brighter than a
thousand suns.
A darkened figure reaches out takes me
by the hand.
No time wasted, pain begins.
Repayment time, for all my sins.
Descending into a world of hate.
Vast swelling clots in an ocean of blood,
Agonising torment, death so divine.
Clawing with my fingers, rasping at my eyes,
Tears of blood streaming down my face,
Howling in pain separating flesh from bone...
Rich pain pours from crying wounds,
Countless souls in putrid tombs.
Crimson mountains, landscapes of gore.
No redemption... for me!

4. Humble Abode

Fear, you will fear me.
Ripped, I'll see you bleed
Fall, onto your knees. Pray to be freed.
You'll soon become a part of us.
Endure such pain again, and more.
Barbs of rust tear at your flesh.
Can't you control the ecstasy?
Death waits here to embrace you,
Hack your body and rape your soul.
Instruments of the finest degrees.
Blades eager for the taste of the crimson.
This house is a place of evil,
this house is a crypt of pain.
Don't fear it, we enjoy it,
bathe in its bleeding rain.
Your soul is mine for taking,
your mind is not alone.
We'll soon be in there with you,
come join our happy home.
You'll soon become a part of us,
endure such pain again, and more.
Barbs of rust tear at your flesh.
Can't you control the ecstasy?
Drowning in blood. Writhing in pain.
Transgress to... the realm of my madness!

5. Stargazer

Darkened necropolis, midnight sharp,
nobody else will see.
A six foot dig, open the casket, there she
waits for me.
Her lifeless body, cracks and splinters,
as I start to raise her.
In eagerness I carry on,
In lust for my Stargazer.
Deterioration, rotting flesh,
violation of a fossilised wench.
A degrading thought to seduce a corpse,
dry reaching from a horrid stench.
Parting the thighs, a sickening crack,
festering hole open wide.
Enter my partner, close my eyes,
so cold and dry when inside.
Ignore the sounds that fill my head, the
crunching of flesh as I thrust.
Sweat profuses my body bare,
driven by bizarre lusts
Run my tongue across her mouth,
formaldehyde I taste
Dislodge my member from her hole
and head below the waist.
As I feast between her thighs, her throat
emits a deafening cry
A filthy claw grabs my head's back,
and rams it up her rotting crack.

6. Stargazing (Stargazer II)

Consigned to the tomb, to sleep, to dream forever.
Rotting... dissolving in my grave clothes, my
flesh turns to soup.
A distant thud, as a shovel parts the earth.
By moon lit night, a looming shadow... sunken
eyes, gaze up to the stars.
My shrouded, decomposing corpse,
sprawled on frozen marble.
Carefully unwrapping,
your putrid, fly-blown prize.
Disrobed you sit upon me,
straddling my death remains.
Momentum slowly building makes a horrid
slushing sound.

Stench rising, blood thirsting
Flesh peeling, sores bursting

Gripping tight to my exposed ribs,
your cumming in a frenzy.
Draining every bit of love my body has to offer.
Kissing teeth where lips once sat,
a foul and bitter taste.
Lapping at my putrid flesh,
you puke into my sockets.

Stench rising, blood thirsting
Flesh peeling, sores bursting

Your task is complete. My corpse lies in a heap.
Spewing forth my rotten dregs... dribbling,
oozing down your legs.

7. Deprived Of Afterlife

No more breath, still in death.
Plush satin walls surround my home.
It's cold down here beneath your life,
no sight, no sound, alone.
The horrid stench of rotting flesh,
lingers in my head.
Embalming fluid fills my veins,
where once my blood ran red.
Mortified, I wait to go,
from here to my next world.
But alas I rot in this stinking hole,
my cries of pain unheard.
The maggots writhe beneath my flesh,
their eggs hatch in my eyes.
Sockets now a breeding ground.
In torment do I lie.

Deprived of afterlife!

8. Invocation

Long has thou dwelt in darkness-
Incarcerated, bitter, alone.
A ghoulish shade of decay,
the merciful earth should always hide.

Freedom shall be yours though master,
for soon the rite shall commence
The brilliant moons stares in anticipation,
for she knows of the terror to come.
I stand at the cliff's edge, alone in the night.
The hour draws near as the planets align.
The ocean blazes in the spectral moon-light.
Distant peels of thunder sound from a far horizon.
I raise my hands to the sky above.
The power surges, raging through my body.
I INVOKE YOU! I scream your name.
My muscles spasm and I fall to the ground.
My thoughts become confused.
The cold hand of fear clutches at my soul.
This is not what I wanted.
No banishing to send you back.

Scrambling, madly, through the blackness.
Regurgitated, from the depths of hate.
Your awesome manifestation leaves me aghast.
Appearing in all your putrid glory.
Retribution time for me, is now,
as it is for mankind unbeknownst.
A world annihilated by,
the opening of the masters eye.

9. Cantara

оригинал: Dead Can Dance