In The Name Of Gore Lyrics - Exhumed

Extrapolating from the abhorrent 

We disinter a sordid truth 

Heinously plundering death's depths 

Like a bumbling violent sleuth 

Tearing through the layers of decay 

With vicious rancor and bitter scorn 

To get at the cold, dead heart of the matter 

Which we bring forth to mourn 

Carnage canonized 

We let death reign unfettered 

Derangement eulogized 

To the last bloody letter 

No one can do it better 

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In grisly detail we play out or own 

Death scenes' coup de grace 

With homicidal zeal we remove the curtain 

That decorum would draw 

Retrograding your morality in our sick 

Dead world, it had no place 

Desecrating your sense of dignity 

But of course in the end, it's all a matter of distaste 

Your values mollified, severed by clean 

Precise cuts, each to the last 

Your senses vilified, taste and tolerance 

Are now taken to task 

In the name of gore 

We'll set right this bloody score 

The grave can't hold us anymore 

We'll kick in the mausoleum doors 

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Even sicker than before 

We enjoy this gruesome chore 

Revealing the ghastly horror 

The face of death that you deplore 

Rotting through the core 

This slaughterous carnage you abhor 

Is the vocation we adore 

As we drain another oozing sore 

Bringing revulsion to the fore 

As the vomit stains on the floor 

Forevermore, in the name of gore 

Stopping at nothing to indulge 

An off-color sense of tumor 

We regurgitate force-fed atrocities 

Straight onto a silver platter 

Serving up ghastly repast 

Hard to swallow without black humor 

With tongue in cheek 

We gorge on the matter of splatter 

Leaving no headstone unturned 

And no grave site unmarred 

Our wayward journey six feet 

Straight down we undertake 

Dark horses tread swiftly 

Through this unhallowed dance macabre 

Somnambulating through 

Our own nightmares while fully awake 

Never letting sleeping cadavers lie 

We wring out their sickening stories 

Though lending a near and a voice 

To the dead would make some wince 

No detail is omitted 

No matter how repulsive, vile or gory 

We won't recant our morbid epithets 

Flesh, not words, is what we mince 

Decay by any other name 

Would reek and fester just the same 

We delight in beating a dead corpse 

In its own malignant game 

Slicing off another cutting remark 

That could shear off protruding bones 

Our barbs are quite malicious 

And our verbal daggers sharply honed 

Decay consecrated 

Wallowing in our own pathological waste 

Reality regurgitated 

And smear right back in your fucking face 

In the name of gore 

We'll set right this bloody score 

The grave can't hold us anymore 

We'll kick in the mausoleum doors 

Even sicker than before 

We enjoy this gruesome chore 

Revealing the ghastly horror 

The face of death that you deplore 

Rotting through the core 

This slaughterous carnage you abhor 

Is the vocation we adore 

As we drain another oozing sore 

Bringing revulsion to the fore 

As the vomit stains on the floor 

Forevermore, in the name of gore