Lyrics:

The casket is exhumed, turfs piled beside the grave
A stagnant mass awaits me, deep in the gloom
The boxes lids I open, distraught desecrating
The fumes are penetrating, I am eructating-...I vomit...
I initiate...eager exhuming despite bad scents
I dig up cold earth, exhumed turfs I disperse
I initiate...eager exhuming despite bad scents
The open casket reveals the rot
Into weak stomach I slide my hands
Intensifying fumes I like to snort...
Colon and small intestine,
Sliced and ripped out of the foul body
Duodenum I minch,
All should be treated equal
Rotten stool and urine,
Spurt out of fermented organs
I discharged and raped
Putrefied giblets disembowel...
Decrepit spleen and pancreas I've torn and gutted
I eviscerate stomach and cysts
Liver is torn and twisted, turning inside out
A fermented offal discharge, disembowel...
Evacuated offal hastily wrapped in bags
As basic for my culinary...
...putrefied internal fragments...
...fermented offal discharge...
...putrefied internal fragments...
...fermented offal discharge...