Testi.

Rock and Roll!
Che sogno sudaticcio
Isterico e bizzarro
Con tutti gli occhi
Del tradimento
La tua famiglia m'ha inchiodato qui, Ahi, Ahi!
E spunta il prete
Col dito in cielo
Che mi vaneggia della fedeltà
Vorrei parlare
Farti capire
Che questa farsa non mi cambierà
Ma la speranza è l'ultima a morire
Chi visse sperando morì non si può dire
Il cuore no, no, non te lo do
L'anello no, no scordatelo!
Mi sento freddo, paralizzato
Praticamente incatenato
Ma la speranza è l'ultima a morire
Chi visse sperando morì, non si può dire
Il cuore no, no, non te lo do
L'anello no, no, scordatelo
Mi sento freddo, paralizzato
Praticamente incatenato
Rock and Roll!
Sei bella, sei tonda, sei come la Gioconda
Più bella del mare, ma la mia strada ora finisce qui
Se la speranza è l'ultima a morire
Chi visse sperando morì, non si può dire
Il cuore no, no , non te lo do
L'anello no, no, scordatelo
No, no non te lo do
L'anello no, no, scordatelo
Mi sento freddo, paralizzato
Praticamente incatenato
Gioconda no, no, no, no, no, no!
Gioconda no, no, no, no, no, no!
Mi sento freddo, paralizzato
Praticamente incatenato
Se la speranza è l'ultima a morire
Chi visse sperando sperando sperando
Chissà Ah!
Gioconda no, no, non te lo do
Chissà Ah!
Chissà Ah!
Chissà Ah!
Chissà Ah!
Scordatelo
Chissà
Gioconda no, no, non te lo do

CARCASS - Embodiment

I bow down your precious icon, deity of self suppression
This effigy of flesh, corporeal christi, nailed
In submission to this false idol, seeking deliverance
From this spiritual hierarchy, downward spiralling, a corrupt throne
Of repression and guilt

Our will be done
Thy kingdom burn

On my knees, before this tormented flesh, in irreverence
In communion with this parasitic host of virtuous divinity
This imperious creed bears testament to the failures of our morality
Righteous durance is our cross we bear in stations
In stations of the lost

Our will be done
Thy kingdom burn - thy kingdom burn
Our will be done

From your knees arise
By your own hand, your god you scribe
The earth shall inherit the meek
Your god is dead

Bound down, in God we're trussed, foul stature
Icons embodied in flesh, we nail
In servitude to deities fashioned in our self image
Shadows of eternal strife cast by those who serve
Serve a crown of pawns

I found my thrill ......on blueberry hill
On blueberry hill ......when I found you
The moon stood still ......on blueberry hill
And lingered until ......my dreams came true

(the wind in the willow played.......love’s sweet melody
But all of those vows we made...... were never to be)

Though we’re apart......you’re part of me still
For you were my thrill......on blueberry hill

(I found my thrill)...........come climb the hill with me, baby
(on blueberry hill)............we’ll see what we shall see
(on blueberry hill)...............i’ll bring my horn with me
(when I found you)................. I’ll be with you where berries are blue
(the moon stood still)................ each afternoon we’ll go
(on blueberry hill)..................... higher than the moon we’ll go
(and lingered until).................... then, to a weddin’ in june we’ll go
(my dreams came true).................ba-ba-da-d-bzz-bzz-va-d-in-da-day

The wind in the willow played .................. (do you really love me)
Love’s sweet melody .........................(as I love you)
But all of those vows we made ................ (will you still remember)
Were never to be .......................... (when the night is through)

Though we’re apart......you’re part of me still
For you were my thrill......on blueberry hill

Somewhere in this universe of lost forgotten dreams
The silence weaves a tapestry of once enchanted themes
The shadows listen carefully and question what it means

For stories have lives of their own
But what good's a story whose end is unknown

Stay with me
For the little night that's left to be
For a moment in a memory
That time cannot defile
Stay with me
Where the night still offers amnesty
And the ending is tomorrow's unborn child
And stay with me awhile

The darkness covers everything and carefully watches all
It hides behind the storm's lightning and cushions every fall
And everything it witnesses it always can recall

Like things that the heart can regret
Bury in time and then try to forget

Stay with me
For the little night that's left to be
For a moment in a memory
That time cannot defile
Stay with me
While the night still offers amnesty
And the ending is still yet to be tomorrow's unborn child
And stay with me awhile

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Exhume To Consume!

Grimly I dig up the turfs
To remove the corrupted stiffs
Trying to contain my excitement
As I desecrate graveolent crypts...
Fingers claw at coffin lids
Eager festal exhumation
Hugging your wry, festered remains
With post-humous joy and elation...
Body snatched, freshly interred
Whatever takes my fancy
To satisfy my gratuitous pica
My culinary necromancy...
Scrutinised then brutalised
My forensic inquisition is fulfiled
My recipe is now your epitaph
Be it fried, boiled or grilled...

I devour the pediculous corpse
Whetting my palate as I exhume
The festering stench of rotting flesh
Makes me drool as I consume...

Caskets I grate
My larder's a grave
I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed)
Rotten remains I eat
Purulent meat
What a funeral feast (putrid reek)

Weeping tissue is stripped
Pus dribbles from my lips
Pulverising this pustular chaff
Butchering up morgue's makes me laugh...

Ulcerated flesh I munch
Rotting corpses are my lunch
On bones I love to crunch (on the badly decomposed)
Shrivelled innards I lick
The corpse's head I kick
Crumbling shreds I pick (eat the stiffs)
[Solo: morbid melody for the deceased with salt to taste]

Rancid flesh, slaughter the dead
- Caskets exhumed...
Corpses disinterred, graves disturbed
- To consume...

Bereaved relatives are not amused
As on their dear departed I feverishly consume...

Slavering worms, decomposure burns
Corrosion born, as bacteria gnaw

Desecrate...
Precipitate....(from the muddy grave)
Macerate...
Eviscerate...

Caskets I grate
My larder's a grave
I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly decomposed)
Rotten remains I eat
Purulent meat
What a funeral feast (putrid reek)

Saponified fats, nibbled by rats
- freshly exhumed...
Deep down six feet is where I like to eat
- Human flesh to consume...