To Die For Lyrics - Impaled

[music - Andrew LaBarre] 

[lyrics - Ross Sewage] 

A liturgist in the realm of filth and gore 

Augean bard of sculapian deviance 

Fables I've made, sick stories I've parlayed 

For the rapt attention of my heinous 

Despised rottrephile, the object of my infection 

A gore hound obsessed with the extreme and obscene 

In manic obesciance, I pledge my devotion 

Composing sonnets of horror for my ghoul fiend 

Penny dreadfuls are met apathetically 

Asomatous, they are mere words 

For a worthy offering I need tangible death 

The pen has proved fallible to the might of the swords 

For my Bathorial maiden, I'll kill and maim 

For our victims, the future proves bleak 

I'll slice throats in her bloody name 

Rending other's flesh that in me is so weak 

Excisions and slices and cuts to their integument 

My finesse with cutlery, she doth inspire 

Collecting a bouquet of offal, my regiment 

Trophies to admire 

Dislimbed torsos and severed craniums 

Disinterred innards and human chum 

Though I present this sanguine tribute 

It's never enough and still I'm rebuked 

A grandiose gesture, I require for a petulent madamned 

Gutted, my entrails will be preserved in canopic vials 

Formaldehyde and alcohol are meted into jars 

Lacerating extremities, a fitting end to these trials 

Incised omentum, avulsed intestines 

Abdominal evisceration, self-dissection 

Mellifluent gore is met with ennui 

My tragic reward is naught but death's kiss 

Consciousness falters as blood flows from my head 

Lay me down to die, nothing is better than this