Тексты песен IMPETIGO

I was created to destroy you You're time is near When you least expect it, Dying time is here! I'll find you at a party You're drinking your beer I"ll crawl up behind you and chew

Stench of rot and filth prevails You fight against the iron chains to not avail Strung up in my chamber of torture and sin Baked and sweating, let the beatings begin! Warm up the tongs in the firepla

(Lyrics and music: Stevo / january 1990) Strolling through my boneyard A ghoulish midnight stride A walk among the corpses Fills my heart with pride... A score of screaming victims To me they scream

(lyrics: Stevo /november 1989-february 1990 / music: Stevo and Mark /may 1991) Returned from the hunt, armed to the teeth Return triumphant to my village, my village is asleep The cool night air insp

(lyrics: Scott "chainsaw" Lesperance /1990 / Music: Stevo and Dan /august 1991) Your life is in danger... Beware of the cannibal whores Keep your distance from the uncivilised humans Observ

Dear Uncle Creepy, it's been years Morbid fantasy exterminates my childhood fears Dear Uncle Creepy, how can it be? Some of the crap that's out these days is such a bore to me Dear Uncle C

(lyrics and music: Stevo /may 199?) Stalking through the black of night Unholy ghoul's lust for blood The human vampire in the crypt The seek dead flesh to carry on Their morbid life no one can

Prone on the operating table Deep incision sliced on inanimate flesh I love my disgusting equipment Needles, scalpels, and brain scoops to diagnose death Succumb to my horrible experiment Intestines

Who needs rocks to use? I've got water ballons Pick a spot overhead and drop them on your fucking head! Harbinger of death!!! I'll start a car crash! With these rocks I'll smash Car

Heart of Illinois, Heart of Illinois, Heart of Illinois, Don't it make ya sick? Heart of Illinois, Heart of Illinois, Heart of Illinois, Shut up ya fucking' dick! Ten fucking years I'

(Lyrics and music: Stevo / february 1990) I work for the streetcleaner When the work day is done I bring home some organs For some late night necrophiliac fun... I clean up the toll of the highway mi

Cold dark night, nerves are tense Strange sounds out of nowhere, the fog is dense You lay in your bed quaking with fright Shadows in the hallway, something's not right... Sounds in the kitchen,

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Running through the jungle Running not to die Mortado and the Cannibals Mortado crucified! Skewered to a tree Mondo torture hell Mortado and the Cannibals Mortado lived to tell... Sticks and stones

(Lyrics: Stevo /february 1990 / Music: Stevo and Mark /january 1991) Wearing the disguise of the working class I use my occupation to fulfill my desires, When you're dead you'll be mine at

Feverish rites of the culinary macabre Consuming pork when not fully cooked Teeming colonies of maggots swarm within Contracted the deadly affliction overlooked Botulism sets in as the sweat intensif

(lyrics and music: Stevo /march 1990) By day I plot the downfall of society I devise devious plans of retribution Night falls and I am out on the streets Distributing my "political contributions

His nose is drippy, his hair are nappy, His teeth are yellow, his skin is scabby His ass is so smelly it'll clear out any moshing pit His tongue is nasty, his dick is green, His lips are chapped

(lyrics: Stevo /february 1990 / music: Stevo and Mark /april 1991) Stench of death, the worm eaten flesh The wicked fires burn, I'm the last survivor left Trapped in this cage, locked up with th

Innocent women, hacked to pieces The killer smears and fondles The Bloody Mess!!!! I can't help but look... I can't help but stare!! Razor blades slicing, and jabbing, and ripping Crimson

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(Lyrics: Stevo /october 1989 / Music: Stevo and Scott /april 1991) Make love to your innards Lick your shredded flesh With relish I fondle This mutilated mess I spill your fucking entrails Nail a spi

He walks among the living He has not much to say ...but heed the sailors' warning Watch out for ZOMBIE RAY!!!!!!! Gut-munching cannibal Child molesting freak