Welcome to my humble kitchen
Where the maggots writhe in gore
Where the putrid reek is overwhelming
The final rest is here assured
They call me "The chef of death"
That's my name, my epithet
The culinarian of the deceased
A macabre gourmet feast
Corpses
In the oven
Voices
In my head
For the sake of recycling
I prepare your carrion
In true a la carte fashion
Creme de la creme
A la homo sapiens
Boiled into jam, your brain is melting
Your skull is used as bowl
Hacked into stew
Thrown into the oven
The boiling pots of haggis on the stove are made of children
Eyelids in a biscuit tin
Pudding made from human skin
Gutted, drained and empty
Preparing
A feast of grand proportions
Slobbing, grinding, ripping
Tearing, separating skin from flesh
Pardon, s'il vous plaît.
Serveur, un oeil dans ma soupe
Aidez moi
J'ai vendu le beurre et perdu de l'argent
J'ai pris une merde dans le placard bleu
Hum hum, monsieur Karlsson est un porrrceh!
Drain the pus and bile from the bladder with a straw
Dispose unwanted limbs, such as arms with a saw
The dish should now be ready to be served to the pigs
An old family recipe that has held the test of time
The festering of entrails and other fine side dishes
Maggot Infested Ventriculus - The Festering of Entrails and Other Fine Side Dishes Lyrics
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Welcome to my humble kitchen
Where the maggots writhe in gore
Where the putrid reek is overwhelming
The final rest is here assured
They call me "The chef of death"
That's my name, my epithet
The culinarian of the deceased
A macabre gourmet feast
Corpses
In the oven
Voices
In my head
For the sake of recycling
I prepare your carrion
In true a la carte fashion
Creme de la creme
A la homo sapiens
Boiled into jam, your brain is melting
Your skull is used as bowl
Hacked into stew
Thrown into the oven
The boiling pots of haggis on the stove are made of children
Eyelids in a biscuit tin
Pudding made from human skin
Gutted, drained and empty
Preparing
A feast of grand proportions
Slobbing, grinding, ripping
Tearing, separating skin from flesh
Pardon, s'il vous plaît.
Serveur, un oeil dans ma soupe
Aidez moi
J'ai vendu le beurre et perdu de l'argent
J'ai pris une merde dans le placard bleu
Hum hum, monsieur Karlsson est un porrrceh!
Drain the pus and bile from the bladder with a straw
Dispose unwanted limbs, such as arms with a saw
The dish should now be ready to be served to the pigs
An old family recipe that has held the test of time
The festering of entrails and other fine side dishes
Where the maggots writhe in gore
Where the putrid reek is overwhelming
The final rest is here assured
They call me "The chef of death"
That's my name, my epithet
The culinarian of the deceased
A macabre gourmet feast
Corpses
In the oven
Voices
In my head
For the sake of recycling
I prepare your carrion
In true a la carte fashion
Creme de la creme
A la homo sapiens
Boiled into jam, your brain is melting
Your skull is used as bowl
Hacked into stew
Thrown into the oven
The boiling pots of haggis on the stove are made of children
Eyelids in a biscuit tin
Pudding made from human skin
Gutted, drained and empty
Preparing
A feast of grand proportions
Slobbing, grinding, ripping
Tearing, separating skin from flesh
Pardon, s'il vous plaît.
Serveur, un oeil dans ma soupe
Aidez moi
J'ai vendu le beurre et perdu de l'argent
J'ai pris une merde dans le placard bleu
Hum hum, monsieur Karlsson est un porrrceh!
Drain the pus and bile from the bladder with a straw
Dispose unwanted limbs, such as arms with a saw
The dish should now be ready to be served to the pigs
An old family recipe that has held the test of time
The festering of entrails and other fine side dishes
Writer: Dr Gris, Sir Väs
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