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
The recording can barely handle the brutality the drummer is laying down and I fucking love it. Sounds wild. Great riffs to headbang to. Not stock, memorable stuff. I covered myself in ooze to fully immerse myself in this experience to leave the optimum comment. Mitch Mitcherson
With death metal, grind, and crust in the title, you'd expect something unforgiving and absolutely caustic to listen to, and that's exactly what you'll get. Brett (Lascaille's Shroud / Soulmass)