Let Us Feast

The smell of cooked flesh
Last scent of sweet death
Peeled from the bone of the kill

I sink my teeth in
I tear the steaming flesh
The blood runs down my throat
Desecrating what was once alive

Lead D.C

The resistance you put up
Was feeble to say the least
I only wanted your sweet meat
You struggled for your lïfe
You were worthless and weak

• autospy - robbing the grave (32)
• autospy - tortured moans of agony (33)
• autospy - daeth twitch (33)
• autospy - orgy in excrements (35)
• autospy - in the grip of winter (35)
• autospy - hole in the head (35)
• autospy - an act of the unspeakable (35)
• autospy - destined to fester (36)
• autospy - dark crusade (36)
• autospy - meat (36)
• autospy - twisted mass of burnt decay (36)
• autospy - frozen with fear (37)
• autospy - battery acid enema (37)
• autospy - rot (38)
• autospy - necrocannibalistic vomitorium (38)
• autospy - blackness within (38)
• autospy - voices (39)
• autospy - torn from the womb (40)
• autospy - mental funeral (41)
• autospy - walls of the coffin (43)
• autospy - ugliness and secretions (48)
• autospy - skullptures (176)