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 posthumous joy and elation...

Body snatched, freshly interred

Whatever takes my fancy

To satisfy my gratuitous pica

My culinary necromancy...

Scrutinised then brutalized

My forensic inquisition is fulfilled

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 morgues 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 disenterred, 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...

Precipiate...(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...