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Burke & Hare
03:24
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Living in the streets
Of Edinburgh city
Patients we need
For scientific findings
Night after night
The search continues
Our main occupation
Our macabre task
Fear is unknown
Our stomachs are strong
With some whiskey and some beer
Our mission is so clear
A preserved corpse
Bloated and pale
Let's bring it to him
Before the fetor will start to kick in
A dear friend in life - a thing we can't deny
A better pal in death - he's worth some pounds very well deserved
It seems like he sleeps - if you don't see the cut
Let's see if it fits in the operating theater
Suffocated women
Strangulated men
Purple stains on the skin
Consumption has taken him
Syphilis and alcoholism
Our partners in the game
But if the market needs some more
We'll dig away the grave
We are honest workers
We only need the corpse
Well most of them don't know
That they are already dead for us
A preserved corpse
Bloated and pale
Let's bring it to him
Before the fetor will start to kick in
A dear friend in life - a thing we can't deny
A better pal in death - he's worth some pounds very well deserved
It seems like he sleeps - if you don't see the cut
Let's see if it fits in the operating theater
Killing is business
And business is science
We serve anatomy
Pathology is our life
Prostitutes and homeless
Barflies and tired workers
Let's bring them to him
Before the fetor will start to kick in
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2. |
Flesh Collage
03:32
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(Solo: cardiac swing)
Cardiac abuse
Under the knife
Blood pressure lost
Soaked in fluids
More and more blood
Organs degenerate
Wash away the gore
Incapable hands of the dead
Dehydrated - poisoned blood
Incapacitated - consciousness lost
Modified - cardiac frequency
Miscalculated - life expectancy
Growing tumor
Under the light
Operating staff
Scalpel and blades
Dropping sweat
Pus and bulbs
Rancid juices
Ichor of the dead
Dehydrated - poisoned blood
Incapacitated - consciousness lost
Modified - cardiac frequency
Miscalculated - life expectancy
Placed on the table
Veins exposed
Cutting the abdomen
Exploring through the fat
Liquified organs
Pancreatic mess
What once was a living man
Is now my flesh collage
Cardiac abuse
Under the knife
Blood pressure lost
Soaked in fluids
More and more blood
Organs degenerate
Wash away the gore
Incapable hands of the dead
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3. |
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This lymphatic struggle must end
Indecent amount of solidified phlegm
Living like this would really be disgraceful
Maybe I should end this life distasteful
From the womb to the tomb
Constantly torn, can't wait to be mourned
This sack full of organs is a cursed mess
It's time to die and finally decompose, I guess
Organ failure is a daily pact
Vomiting chunks of lungs is a fact
I can feel the maggots crawling in
Eating the gangrene tissue decaying
(Solo: the maggots feast)
Black blood and rotten tissue I see
Morbidly changing bandages on the knee
From the womb to the tomb
Constantly torn, can't wait to be mourned
This sack full of organs is a cursed mess
It's time to die and finally decompose, I guess
Yellow for pus, produced in excess
The fetor is awful, I'll pass out, I guess
(Solo: pus and more pus)
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4. |
The Embalmer
03:03
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Embalming is not a work, it's a pleasure
Dig inside the dead is a necessary task
With my hands I willingly manipulate
infected tissue, blood vessels and damaged ligaments
Inebriating fumes I absorb
From that open torso they belong
The odour of infection is a drug for me
Stagnating blood on my hands I need
Coagulated fluids
Brownish organs full of maggots
Formaldehyde injection
Avoiding tissue fermentation
Decomposition I crave
But the skin is what I have to preserve
I keep all the organs for me
And I watch them decay as they take my breath away
(Solo: swollen liver blues)
This wooden casket will witness
All the final steps of this natural process
The worms will feast and the eyes will sink
The body fluids will run and rot away in a bliss
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5. |
Meal of the Day
02:53
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There is one thing that I crave
It makes my brain stay awake
Human flesh I consume
And I can't be more aroused
Bulbous masses I reduce
To a good meal and I lose
All my brains and my mind
For a well cooked chyme
Carbonized salivary glands
Fallopian tubes with brains
Epididymis with lymphatic vessels
That will do for the meal of the day
Rancid tumors I will use
For a lavish stew
Melted liver and a grain of salt
And testicles I bake
A well seasoned spleen
With some thyroids and some beans
I can't stop my appetite
For some seminal vesicles combined
Carbonized salivary glands
Fallopian tubes with brains
Epididymis with lymphatic vessels
That will do for the meal of the day
Rancid tumors I will use
For a lavish stew
Without a bit of hesitation
I carve what I need from the patient
What's the difference between you and a calf?
I will put your corpse in the fridge for a snack
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6. |
Death Ward
02:50
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Red ichor is flowing
Through the holes on the ceiling
Rust on the scalpel
Operation is scheduled
The doctor is in
Assistance is needed
The bonesaw is dancing
The crimson concerto
Gangrenous mass
Inhale the gas
Septic flow
Biliar conduct disclosed
Urine is flowing
Through the holes on the floor
Smell of fear in the air
Urgent transplant required
Skeletal remains
In the death ward
(Solo: crimson bonesaw concerto)
In the death ward the law
Is to die without a word
Accept the fate, enjoy the ride
Let's watch the appendix grow
Urine is flowing
Through the holes on the floor
Smell of fear in the air
Urgent transplant required
Skeletal remains
In the death ward
Gangrenous mass
Inhale the gas
Septic flow
Biliar conduct disclosed
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7. |
Alive Autopsy
02:36
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(Solo: the execution)
Watch the scalpel run
Flesh splits open, blood is spraying out
Muscular tissue dissection
Alive autopsy execution
Table is now wet
Blood drips on the floor
The heart is visible,
it keeps pumping it out
Liver will melt, stomach will collapse
Skin will turn black, eyes will relax
With a joyful fetor you will fill your casket
The toxic flavour will be lovely for the maggots
Watch the scalpel run
Flesh splits open, blood is spraying out
Muscular tissue dissection
Alive autopsy execution
Table is now wet
Blood drips on the floor
The heart is visible,
it keeps pumping it out
Alive autopsy - a pleasure to witness
Alive autopsy - the final step before the grave
Alive autopsy - a pleasure to witness
Alive autopsy - the final step before the grave
Composing for decomposition
This is what I like
I’m an artist in my field
I need to see your organs concealed
Alive autopsy - the final step before the grave
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8. |
No Anesthesia
02:37
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Laces and ropes
The patient on the chair
The tools of the trade
Are already on the plate
Blood we will spill
And organs will leave
The poor man's body
And another day we live
Devouring flesh and bones
A taste of mortality goes on
In this fetid ward we live
Formaldehyde is what we breathe
This hospital is old and grey
We dwell in the underground maze
Jars with fetuses and filth
A place that we call home this is
Pus and blood and rust and dust
The nightmare is our daily meal
From dusk till dawn we hunt them down
A victim for you, a patient for us
Old machinery is running
Old leftovers are rotting
New footprints on the dust
Fresh meat for us to search
In a wooden closet downstairs
You can find a place to stay
In the endless dark you'll rest
Pathology at its best
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9. |
Pathological
02:40
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Analyzing tissue and cells
Body fluids samples we taste
Pathogenesis of the disease
Structural alterations of the brain
Diagnosis and prognosis
Examinations of fresh organs
Post-mortem identification
We are the cause of death
Forensic expertise
Autopsy specialists
Samples collectors
Death worshipping inspectors
Damaged thoracic pleura
Diagnostic specimens obtained
Percutaneous biopsy
This is our reason to live
Forensic expertise
Autopsy specialists
Samples collectors
Death worshipping inspectors
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