Stalking the battle field when the sounds of gunfire have ceased
Gathering the remains of the fallen outside of the wire
Limbs scatter the ground.
Putrid stench of death
Piles of entrails
Braided into cords
Ripping and hacking, stitching and sewing
Blood pooling down in my boots,
Pulpy stumps creating a puzzle
Hanging torsos from meat hooks,
Furiously working
Finished by the dawn
Hair torn from roots, glued to new scalps,
Mutilated puppets of corpses are spawned
Gallery of the dead
Theater of the damned
The dance of death
(Welcome to the) grotesque burlesque
Collecting the parts for a corpse marionette
finding hands without fingers, arms without hands
Skin ripped away
Eyes torn From heads
Teeth fit to skulls
Skulls strung to threads
Limbs tied to torso, torso to crossbar
Gutlust will make this corpse dance
Fibrous sinews controlling the movements
The soldiers are caught in a trance
A hideous display to boost the morale
Decay is now what they crave.
The sickening art driving them mad,
The bodies are raped by their graves
Gallery of the dead
theater of the damned
the dance of death
welcome to the grotesque burlesque
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Spun it about 5 times over the past weekend, in a sea of overbearing DM this demo hits hard with those blasts that groove along with the pummel of the riff, and solos and synths that take you somewhere else, better than the record versions imo. bacon_cakez