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decay, foetid smell
Boling poison infecting your mind
Rotting flesh
With scars of living
Mortal creature
On its way to death
Wasted in the worthless dreams

innards leaking foetid fumes

Lard decays ... fermenting entrails
Melting guts ... pungent fluids

Liquefied into mush
Muscles macerated in septic pus

very stillness challenged the
Foetid breeze that stirred
The trees and shrubs about the moat

Happy sensed that she was important

Then, suddenly she

The Twisted Nails of Faith

Cradle of Filth

Cruelty and the Beast

1998

fiend
I will yield this witch to thee
If thou wouldst draw a veil for Me
O'er lengthening scars of age and grief"

As the Demon slavered foetid vows

Little lady
With Dingwall's bullshit
You're so stupid
Foetid brainwaves
Little lady
What really happens
When you see mirrors
You get the shivers

and blank
Foetid swine bound in ages

Teen die aand
Diep in jou gedagte
Sal ons vreet
Op julle angste

In your towers
Of conceit
Hemmed in pride and pandered

can't live with that motion
I’m offensive and foetid
Hungry children with bloated stomachs bigger than lotus
White adventurists gloating future pensions

Echoes of parched throats
Whose blood litters the ground
In sweetly foetid clots

Few things in this sphere
Are as fragrant
As their dying breath

Haloed

I'm a soldier of the bolder made colder
By the older from the moulder (uh)
Loaded by the goaded
But decode it
Glochid on the vulture for us
Foetid

To feed
The menace machine
The will of pulsing masses
Upon
The heaps of the dead
Sickened ire
We shall reap

Now Behold
This foetid black storm

Stalked by dread steps of the inexorable fiend
I travail the ascent through foetid opacities
Collected on my gasps and wept through close wood

life unmade
Vengeful shades
Abscond the grave
Maligned thirst
For blood they crave
Despair’s foetid damp collects about your kill
Dissipates all hope

on the terror
Its foetid excrescence emanates a nauseating pheromone of lust
Pious to consume the creator and so attain divinity
Not a god but the food of worms!

Humongous distorted bodies are looming from the foetid shores
To consume our shivering and faithful corps

A surge like breath
Vented like foetid gas
From out the mouth of chaos portends
Black flanked nimbus exhale
Armies of the ready-dead, assembled by

of the bolder made colder
By the older from the moulder (uh)
Loaded by the goaded
But decode it
Glochid on the vulture for us
Foetid to the focus on us
Oded for

makes me bristle
A steady drizzle feeds a dank fungus
Charnel and foetid, yet shines in its effulgence
These arcane glyphs confirm we know where we are

to fade
Only in the depths of madness
Will you see your fate

Gaping tomb
Cheat the shrine

The foetid womb, of god's design
The vats of sin, the withered

and giveth away
Necrotic and learned the skull conversates
A sanctum containing the most heinous fates
The lab of the foetid deceiver creates
The Ghoulish

Mortuary shrouds moved aside 
The foetid stench is intoxicating 
Nostrils burning, eyes start to tear 
Revealing the necrotic vaginal gate 

Slowly

a helpless mass 
And the flesh turneth into foetid liquid
Thus man becometh a brother unto the decay 
Which cometh upon him, and he turneth into a myriad

Finished your own plate?
Burlesqued your sip?
Teeth white porcelain
But your breath stays foetid
Shawty'd better keep all 'em stacks
'Fore your

Foetid fiend of the mire
Red-blurred visions is all they see
Devouring

Don't you hear them
Agony, a soundless symphony
Worms pulled from a black earth

of the fog-foetid fountains
That ooze down to the marsh and the main;
And in hot cursed tarns I have seen things, I care not to gaze on again.

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