Astral Corpse Lyrics
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Album | Chaopula - Citadel of Mirrors(1992) |
Type | Album (Studio full-length) |
Genres | Death Metal |
Labels | Drowned Productions |
Ranked | #71 for 1992 , #2,958 all-time |
Album rating : 89.2 / 100
Votes : 6
Votes : 6
5. Astral Corpse (5:42)
As narcotic stenchs, escape from the eye
of rotness
Abdomen shows the fruit, the reeking
viscera turning fluid
Corporal fluids swell the venter till the morbid blast
Godly soul now evolve from the storm of intestinal gas
Flesh froze in ground, bursting out the mixture
The reeking corpse spitting it, astral stench of mother nature
Stomach about to generate the secre travel of soul
Astral corpse fly away, beyond knowledge of men
Maggots devour the brain, psychic world perish in ground
A storm of fetors evolve from earth
The soul that always the talk us about?
Fatal destiny impulse thoughts to fall in fatal errors
Configure your spirituality
Drown in humours of nature
Vaporous materiality
Of astral decomposure
Denial of decay
Is so absurd and primitive
Maggots gore to blast
Till the last essence of life
Configure your spirituality
Drown in humours of nature
Vaporous materiality
Of astral decomposure
Stomach about to explode, to spill the tetric juice
Infection about to generate, the secret trave of soul
of rotness
Abdomen shows the fruit, the reeking
viscera turning fluid
Corporal fluids swell the venter till the morbid blast
Godly soul now evolve from the storm of intestinal gas
Flesh froze in ground, bursting out the mixture
The reeking corpse spitting it, astral stench of mother nature
Stomach about to generate the secre travel of soul
Astral corpse fly away, beyond knowledge of men
Maggots devour the brain, psychic world perish in ground
A storm of fetors evolve from earth
The soul that always the talk us about?
Fatal destiny impulse thoughts to fall in fatal errors
Configure your spirituality
Drown in humours of nature
Vaporous materiality
Of astral decomposure
Denial of decay
Is so absurd and primitive
Maggots gore to blast
Till the last essence of life
Configure your spirituality
Drown in humours of nature
Vaporous materiality
Of astral decomposure
Stomach about to explode, to spill the tetric juice
Infection about to generate, the secret trave of soul
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