Carcass - Inpropagation(1991)

[00:58.54] Insipid fumes bellow from the atrabilious chimney
[01:03.75] Whilst in the sanctified crevet I calmly pillage and rake
[01:07.17] For hot dry powdered human slag
[01:09.87] Still steaming in the crematorium's grate
[01:12.64] Bio-organic ebullition, bones tar, tallow dehydrates
[01:18.97] For my deleterious horticulture so that I may cultivate
[01:31.37] Your mortal mechanism dies - in nutrients rich
[01:40.68] In the hallowed turf you lie - just for the taking
[01:45.33] Charred sinew's as good as lime, no phosphates do I need
[01:49.03] Deteriorated flesh used as top-soil, to replenish and nourish seed
[01:53.58] Spreading this human potash, as ash matured
[01:57.56] Recycling my rich harvest, bring out your dead... for use as manure...
[02:11.22] Irrigating tears are shed, but the ground still must be fed
[02:23.47] Tipping and dusting up the spilt contents of urns
[02:28.02] Every morsel that glows like ember on the fire
[02:31.66] Extinguishing all hope of beatrific dispatch
[02:35.40] These charred chassis desired
[02:38.47] Exequiet rites now performed, a coronach sooting up the flu
[02:45.43] Enter my execrable inferno, even in the after-life there's work to do
[02:57.56] The nitrogen content's high - but the flesh is weak
[03:06.96] At the graveside mourners cry - you're never to wake again
[03:29.11] Burnt brisket renews the ground, to germinate my seed
[03:33.59] Cremated bodies are my spoil, to use them as plant-feed
[03:37.93] Ploughing this abhorrent human manure
[03:41.72] Seeding my rich harvest, bring out your dead... for the soils to devour...
[03:56.27] Dry the dead are bled, because the ground must be fed
[04:00.92] And there's still no rest for the dead
[04:34.03] I propagate - dust in the grate
[04:44.94] Ashes to ashes - dust to dust, diluted in water and sprayed on crops
[04:53.23] Charcoal, fats, flesh and soot fertilising pasture with active fertile rot
[05:08.39] Incumbent - latent calories are spent
[05:26.89] Ashes to ashes - dust to dust renewing the land with corpses corrupt
[05:34.59] Mortuary scrapings, hearses a must, to the hot hearth the deceased are trussed
[05:48.06] Harvesting the defouled, to fertilize my soil
[05:58.56] Rejuvenating the spent with my fecundate spoils...
[06:15.53] Reaping the gone, to nourish the land
[06:19.54] Replenishing exhausted pasture with my uncanny sleight of hand
[06:23.14] Restoring the unnatural balance, sowing my seed
[06:26.32] Defalcating the departed, I rapt and glean...
[06:30.37] So I recite my contrite lament, lacrimation for the dead
[06:35.98] Their rest which I disturb...
[06:39.60] Where should stand row upon row of cold grey remembrance stones
[06:47.84] My cash crops now grow...
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