Carneous Cacoffiny - Carcass

Striking up my discordant underture

A carnal cacophony perversely penned

Transposed… and decomposed

On strings fashioned from human twine

Lovingly wound and fretted upon my bow

Garishly incarcerated… the dead resonate

In a final death-throe

Vibrant as I thresh…

Movements scripted for the dead…

Orchestral horrors I vehemently conduct

My corpus concertos cordial

Disinterred… and detuned

With six feet below

In harmony with the deceased

My inspiration… your disintegration

For my latest masterpiece

My score creeps your flesh.

Notes seep from sinewy frets…

But don’t hold your breath

As you wait for your god or the void

Or the abyss of nothingness

Your usefulness isn’t through

Your productivity I resume…

My sordid, soiled handicrafts

Will be your afterlife’s handicap…

…My corrupt crescendos…

…Will leave you out on a limbo…

…Your disposition I unleash…

…You will rest in my piece…

With deadly dynamics

You’re dead, buried and barred

Your remains dampened and fingered

Your mortal coil is barbed

The death-bells are peeling

Ringing out as you flake

Shrieking out their recitals

A celebration of your wake…

Enter my funereality

My world two metres under

A curious habitat

Your muddy trench I plunder

Pass on to ethereality

Churned out under the sextant’s blade

You live your life in wretchedness

And death is no escape…

(Lead: The ascent to eternal pandemonium and tabulature by W.G. Steer)