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
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)