Fantasm - cannibal corpse'90.

                                          
 (C) Krueger                             
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   Hi, people! Today you have a unique
opportunity to get acquainted with the heritage of one
one of the greatest brutal death bands CANNIBAL
CORPSEtranslated into Russian. To co-
Sorry, I'm not a professional translator,
so in some places there may be inconsistencies with
real text. When translating I tried
stick as closely to the original as possible, and
replaced only those phrases that are in Russian
They don't "sound" at all. For example, the following
line:                                  
                                          
   Blood I want to drink, I want to suck   
                                          
should be translated as:               
                                          
   I want to drink blood, I want to suck        
                                          
But this is more like the revelations of a vampire-
blowjob guy, so I translated it like this:I want to drink blood, suck it from the veins     
                                          
Which seems to me more adequate.      
                                          
   Particularly advanced rappers can ask
I have a question: "And who, in fact, cares about all this
necessary?"  To which I answer loudly:
EVERYONE!  For example, medical students can use
use this text as a short guide
biy on anatomy and psychiatry. Metalheads,
those not familiar with the group's lyrics may
learn them by heart and sing them in the bathroom, dissolving
Giving neighbors. Ravers (ugh, what an abomination!)
after reading this "article" they can come
to discos and after getting drunk
toadstool (they also came up with some bullshit for me - fly-
eat pestilence) tell your friends:
"These metalheads - well, they're fucking crazy!
Actually, bros, they have songs there, damn it, finally
perversion. Listen..."                 
   Well, now a summary of everyone     
songs.                                    
                                          
1.TARTED PEOPLE.A story about a car-
stanza that killed five people.           
                                          
2.AUTOPSY FORFOOD. A story about a hospital where
Instead of treating patients, they eat them.
                                          
3. SEND THEM TO DIE.Legal-philosopher-
Russian discussion. Does a maniac-killer have the right to
to carry out the death penalty in private
row.                                    
                                          
4.CRAPED. History is artificially created
this monster, a maniac who is very loving
bit of people. From a gastronomic point of view.
                                          
5.SCREEN REMAINS, SPLAYED
BRAINS.  Documentary film about workers
morgue.                                    
                                          
6.BORN IN A GRAVE. Melodrama. Main character
Roy slept with a dead woman, and she took
oh yeah, she got knocked up...                       
                                          
7.ROTTING HEAD.Guide to the director
ditch of enterprises on how to establish safe
popular production. Scientist, experimenter
who uses it on people eats it at the end of the experiments
them.8.THE UNDEAD WILL HAVE A Feast.You know the difference
between the spectrum, the lich, the vile and the wight?
No? Me too. But whoever those dudes were
who crawled out of their graves, they are very useful
nice guys. Hurry up to meet you!        
                                          
9.BLOODY PIECES.One maniac killer was walking along
street, and suddenly felt the smell of death -
us. He looked into the trash can, and there...
oh my, dismembered! The maniac stood there and thought,
and decided: “And I, in fact, am worse?”     
                                          
10. THE SKULL IS FULL OF LARVAES. And again the document
tal film telling about the law of co-
storage of matter - from a person a corpse, from
corpse of a larva, from the larvae - worms, black-
Birds eat vyachkov... well, and so on...   
                                          
11. BURIED IN THE BACK YARD.  Roman in
"fantasy" style - about a novice warlock
Nika breeding in his backyard
all sorts of zombies, gnuls, wights... well
and so on.                              
                                          
                                          
               Thanks for your attention, that's it- ALL!!!
                                          
                                          
                                          
                                          
        MARRIED PEOPLE              
                                          
  Text: Jack and Chris              
                                          
Early hours, open road, family of five 
man on his way home                     
They are happy with the sunny day, their meeting with  
The carnage is just beginning.                 
A murderous fool who doesn't know left from  
right saw them                           
Try to understand whether he is blind or crazy, but he
drove the car into the oncoming lane.      
                                          
And they collided - it looked terrible -
Head to head, at full speed... at the vultures  
there will be a feast soon                           
                                          
The father of three was impaled on the steering wheel, his skull  
became part of the dashboard,              
His eyes fell out of their sockets, his gaze
empty - he saw the collapse of his own    
organs.                                  
The seat belt was useless - it   
just cut it in two.                 
Legs are broken, drippingliquid - his      
the spinal cord has come out and is leaking.
Mother flew through the glass and finished    
your way impaled on a road sign,    
Her insides stretched behind the car for 
a quarter mile down the highway.              
                                          
The fourth child did not live a day -      
Fruit on the road with broken small ones 
bones.                               
Little children took off without a chance  
for a miracle                                   
Crashed in their cage, their skin burning 
and peeled off                                
Shards of glass exploded, piercing their skulls.
and breasts...                                
They have all become corpses - for them there will be     
graves are dug.                            
                                          
You're under the wheels, your tires are burning    
face,                                     
Blood flows from the eyes, the victim lies     
murders.                                 
Aware of his action, he only looked back
once -                                
A piece of meat laughing at meccax.           
                                          
One child left to die slowly    
bleeding                           
The time has come to devour the flesh - carnage      
has already begun.                             
                                          
Earlyclock, open road, family of five 
man on his way home                     
They are happy with the sunny day, their meeting with  
The carnage is just beginning.                 
A murderous fool who doesn't know left from  
right saw them                           
Try to understand whether he is blind or crazy, but he
drove the car into the oncoming lane.      
                                          
Death scene in my eyes                
No one survived - that's for sure               
Just a bunch of bloody mess                 
Left on the road to dry              
                                          
I see my new murder                 
What happened on the road -                  
The remains of your bodies                         
Torn and mangled                
                                          
One child left to die slowly    
bleeding                           
The time has come to devour the flesh - carnage      
has already begun.                             
                                          
                                          
       AUTOPSY FOR FOOD              
                                          
        Text:Chris                 
                                          
Brought tocart, sleeping, but not        
dead,                                  
Immortality Hospital, they kill their own here   
patients in the blood.                        
Sent to a dark room, in fear    
inevitable death                         
The Doctor unties you from the sinister        
grimace                                  
Grabs his rusty blade and cuts his veins and 
flesh.                                    
He tortures his patients from evil         
motives                                
                                          
You can't fight them, first they  
change your brain.                       
On the other side of the kingdom of evil, their mind        
mad.                                  
Incredibly mutilated, but abandoned   
alive.                                    
The death pathologist takes out your eyes.
                                          
Guts and blood, broken bones               
They eat your pancreas       
Human liver for lunch           
Or maybe eye soup.               
The cause of death is always unknown.         
Gnawing the meat from your bones        
The bone is tied to your skull,          
Brain-bleeding human stump.   
Their nails went into your eyes              
Ripping off flesh, flaying the living.Killing for freedom in the blood they don't care   
they don't believe and they will never stop.    
Devouring the blood that they have in abundance,   
they must kill today,               
Genocide, suicide, wild cry, you will die in  
hell!                                      
                                          
Brought on a cart, asleep, but not        
dead,                                  
Immortality Hospital, they kill their own here   
patients in the blood.                        
Sent to a dark room, in fear    
inevitable death                         
The Doctor unties you from the sinister        
grimace                                  
Grabs his rusty blade and cuts his veins and 
flesh.                                    
He tortures his patients from evil         
motives                                
                                          
                                          
        SEND THEM TO DIE             
                                          
        Text:Chris                 
                                          
Evil people with evil thoughts                 
They kill their victims by disemboweling them with a knife,     
They must be caught and sent      
dieTied to a chair, they must die  
here.                                    
                                          
Blood pours from their eyes                   
And you hear their sinful cries             
Destroy their evil mind                   
We have to take their fucking lives!        
They must be caught and executed         
For what they did.                  
Torture them slowly - it will be funny     
Kill them all, one by one...           
                                          
...Let them go - don't torture them slowly,     
Fuck you and let everyone go there too 
your kind!                                 
We don't need you or yours      
life -                                   
Execution via injection,                
Execution in the electric chair.        
                                          
Evil people with evil thoughts                 
They kill their victims by disemboweling them with a knife,     
They must be caught and sent      
die                                  
Tied to a chair, they must die  
here.                                    
                                          
                                          
        CRIMPED                 
                                          
        Text:Chris and Paul               
                                          
                                          
The disintegration of bodies, mangled and broken,  
heaps of intestines, wet and steaming,        
Tendons are torn, brains are boiling,            
unburied corpses in the stage of decomposition   
                                          
The rotten remains begin to ferment,   
torso torn in two                
Skin torn off, muscle tissue exposed   
ready for human stew.            
Crawling inside the dead man head first,  
you eat your way through your guts,      
The pungent smell of rotting entrails is crippling 
you're crazy.                               
A dead man's spleen is oozing from your mouth,
It's like you're eating pies filled with...
kidney                                    
Sucking vomit from internal organs,
you leave nothing but bones.     
Violent massacre, cutting into pieces - 
the sounds of death fill the air.            
Bones stick out, torn from joints, blood  
splattered everywhere,                      
The victim lies dead, neck without head -     
her remains are smeared across your face.      
Violent massacre, cutting into pieces - 
the sounds of death fill the air.            
                                          
Bubbling flesh, newdeath, solidified- 
broken bones, nightmarish moans,                
Evil mind, brain oozing mucus, feel it 
pain,                                     
The flesh is weak, the brain is deformed, the fluid is used up
flows from your organs,                   
Veins torn out. Crippled.                
Festering flesh, trembling corpse,       
the ligaments are stretched around your neck,        
Drink pus. Crippled.                    
Torn dick, bloody intestines, you-
a gutted corpse lies at your feet,       
Eating feces. Mutilated.           
Amputated arms, broken legs,    
the head is torn from the shoulders,                  
Thrown into a heap. Mutilated.              
Parts of the body are rearranged, the head is curled   
back, humanoid mountain mixed  
flesh                                     
Sewn into one piece. Crippled,          
Crippled.                             
                                          
His knife plunges into your cold beating   
that body                                 
Blood flows out through lacerations made  
knowledgeable to them                                   
Unbearable pain, death,             
Your life is slipping away, death is in the blood.     
                                          
A terrible madman disfigures                   
Destroys, deforms, you will be dead,    
Strikes, breaks, kills you,Extermination, desecration.                  
                                          
Born according to the latest word of science.       
The man made his last mistake     
This creature is so ugly and terrible       
It leaves nothing behind.                   
Evil has a new face, crippled   
nightmare face.                           
His gaze exudes death, nothing remains - 
renews his thirst.                          
                                          
Dismembered victims left to rot, hear
their death cries.                        
Inhuman, immortal, bestial, now
he is the ruler of your soul.               
Crawling inside the dead man head first,  
you eat your way through your guts,      
The pungent smell of rotting entrails is crippling 
you're crazy.                               
A dead man's spleen is oozing from your mouth,
It's like you're eating pies filled with...
kidney                                    
Sucking vomit from internal organs,
you leave nothing but bones.     
                                          
A man turned into a beast - perfect
killing machine.                       
Psychotic structure of brain tissue,   
murder is his only memory. 
Addicted to death, breaking your head 
I'm drawn to blood                      
Devouringpus.                           
                                          
Solo:Bob                                  
                                          
A weakened person must die with exhaustion 
bathroom innards,                   
Breaking all his bones, you can hear his torment -   
body cry.                             
                                          
                                          
 SCATTERED REMAINS, SCATTERED BRAINS 
                                          
           Text: Jack and Chris              
                                          
Get ready to visit a place full of blood,  
Where legal dismemberment takes place 
and the floor is covered in blood,                       
Cut up corpses in the corners                 
Gutted by a psychotic pathologist 
volume                                     
Cut, scatter, chop them like   
horrible,                                   
Like lab rats. Brain tissue
splashed.                              
                                          
Chop, chop, beat, gut, tear
and tear it apart.                              
He plucks out your eyes, sits and pays attention
examines them.Tear, tear, cut, gut, from-  
beat and chop                          
Throwing them into a bag.                        
                                          
Labels on bare feet mean good    
a treat for the butcher of human flesh.  
Ripping throats from ear to ear, they rage 
gallons of blood                            
Veins are visible, torn out of bodies, this is the most interesting 
tree hobby,                             
And getting paid for such work is   
more than any person could ask for. 
                                          
Get ready to visit a place full of blood,  
Where legal dismemberment takes place 
and the floor is covered in blood,                       
Cut up corpses in the corners                 
Gutted by a psychotic pathologist 
volume                                     
Cut, scatter, chop them like   
horrible,                                   
Like lab rats. Brain tissue
splashed.                              
                                          
Chop, chop, beat, gut, tear
and tear it apart.                              
He plucks out your eyes, sits and pays attention
examines them.                           
Tear, tear, cut, gut, from-  
beat and chop                          
Throwing them into a bag.Gutting, tearing, your skin becomes
red,                                  
The vile surgeon sticks a knife                
Into a broken skull to reveal yours  
brain,                                     
The evil doctor Death has made you mad.  
                                          
                                          
         BORN IN A GRAVE               
                                          
         Text:Chris                   
                                          
I enter the tomb of hell to impregnate
dead man                                 
Picture of a fresh burial, my hunger     
growing today                           
The immortal desire to seduce corpses.    
Scenes of death make up my feelings,     
Fierce thirst for decaying bodies.        
                                          
Now I have to have sex with a dead man 
central,                                      
My seed is injected inside the numb    
corpse                                     
Taste of formaldehyde, smell of rotting,         
Sucking the ichor, feasting on its pro-
Interness.                                 
                                          
The mad fire of hell is burning in mysoul,  
I can't control my desire     
fuck the dead.                          
The child will soon rise, all evil will live,  
Born through death.                   
                                          
A newborn needs to eat, his mother -  
his food,                                 
Chewing flesh, he tears her skin    
with your teeth.                            
                                          
I like to fuck the dead, demons in mine
head                                    
They torment the brain.                             
                                          
The bleeding corpse begins to stink       
When you lick the decaying stump
Green infection creates suppuration,       
Devouring the fetid placenta.               
                                          
Now I have to have sex with a dead man 
central,                                      
My seed is injected inside the numb    
corpse                                     
Taste of formaldehyde, smell of rotting,         
Sucking the ichor, feasting on its pro-
Interness.                                 
                                          
                                          
        ROTTING HEAD                
                                          
         Text:Jack and Chris.              
                                          
A quivering heap of useless flesh, locked away
in a padded cage,                          
Hidden from the prying eyes of the curious.   
Experimental surgery made him    
what he is now                   
His head is rotting, but his body lives like     
worthless plant.                      
Unknown to humanity, incredible  
the power of his mind.                          
                                          
Secret heredity, genetic dys- 
balance.                                   
The feast begins, the patient’s skull is
lot like a nut,                             
The brain is eaten in a frenzy of murder, thirst 
blood and nothing else                    
Bile drips, oozes from wounds when the coroner 
squeezes it out.                           
                                          
The picture is before your eyes, it is indescribable -
wema,                                    
Traveling through this living hell will rot  
your skull.                               
                                          
Attraction to the genitals, anal asphyxia     
sation,                                    
Obstruction of the anus, defecation  
with hemorrhage,                         
Mutilation of corpses, transforming radiation
nie,                                      
Devouring arteries, chopping off limbs,  
Digging in the skull, cerebral elimination, 
The brain is turned into soup, the ears are bleeding -
tsey.                                      
                                          
Mucous, oozing, dripping pus, torn out - 
my nails begin to move,            
The victim lies with torn cartilage, eye
orbits without eyes,                          
Miles of guts stitched together, features    
faces affected by salt deposits,          
Hanging corpses bleed,  
liquid dripping into the dirt            
                                          
Solo:Bob                                  
Solo:Jack                                 
                                          
A quivering heap of useless flesh, locked away
in a padded cage.                          
                                          
                                          
  THE UNDEAD WILL HAVE A Feast              
                                          
    Text: Jack, Alex and Chris            
                                          
                                          
The undead will have a feast when they start tearing 
your weak fleshHorror grows in thoughts of a dead being
research institutes                                      
Prophecy of the ancient sages            
Now it has come true when the corpses are torn open      
land.                                    
An ancient spell interrupted the sleep of the dead,    
And they woke up, humanity is terrified.    
Panic has set in, people are in the country 
heh,                                       
The ocean boils with the blood of human victims.    
                                          
Suicide is the only way to avoid fate
to be eaten by the undead,                   
Cemeteries come to life filled with hungry zombies
to human flesh.                    
Psychotic, transformed corpses, their    
the population is growing                     
A disgusting calamity is consuming us in    
epidemic proportions.                 
                                          
The guns are pointed at me - now I have become 
victim,                                  
State of death, waiting for return.    
This can't happen!.. I rise from  
his grave,                             
Hunger is growing - not uterine, but instinctive - 
ny,                                      
The flesh becomes my only goal  
in this life,                             
An unthinkable state, a state of metamorphosis 
PS,                                       
Searching for food to stay dead.Degenerate, product of human retribution   
for your mistakes                           
Man's insatiable thirst grows with every 
murder,                                
I hunt down human victims to    
fill up.                              
I became a cannibal - what happened to    
with my mind?                             
                                          
Feasting on a corpse, sucking out its brain  
And its liquid drips down drying,       
Chewing bones, I drink from there,           
The vile stench makes me even crazier.   
                                          
Inward through the mouth, outward through the forehead,      
Brains fall out, skin turns bloody,  
A wave of violence pierces the skull             
I feel the desire for action, now mine 
the heart is full.                             
                                          
I'm thirsty for blood, I'll eat your guts.         
                                          
I love blood, it makes me crazy   
I drink blood, I don't like water         
Entrails are my chewing gum, I feast on the murder- 
svetstvo,                                     
Break his neck, break it.                 
                                          
Suicide is the only way to avoid fate
to be eaten by the undead,                   
Cemeteriescame to life filled with zombies, hungry
to human flesh.                    
Psychotic, transformed corpses, their    
the population is growing                     
A disgusting calamity is consuming us in    
epidemic proportions.                 
I want to drink blood, suck it from the veins,       
I want to devour the brain, I will lose peace,     
Bones on a spear, I will cut and kill,   
I will never satisfy my hunger for guests.       
                                          
Solo:Bob                                  
                                          
I'm thirsty for blood, I'll eat your guts.         
                                          
Solo:Jack                                 
                                          
                                          
  BLOODY PIECES                 
                                          
    Text:Chris                   
                                          
I'm walking down the street, the smell of death is in the air - 
heh -                                      
It's the stench of decay                  
My imagination is running wild, trying to imagine... 
bet what it could be,            
Opening the trash can to explore  
dead body.Or what's left of it, pieces in a bag,
Blood everywhere, it's a sickening sight   
Chopped into small pieces with a razor-sharp knife 
pieces,                                    
Lying in a trash can, and no one talks about it
knows except me.                         
                                          
What did I find and what should I do with it?       
Give it to the police, or cook a stew?    
It was the evil act of a madman,      
I look and laugh - I'm the same!           
                                          
The sight of death drives me crazy, I have to     
kill to control your brain     
Raised by my desire to hurt      
violence is my only desire.       
The evil inside me gives me the strength to kill 
whenever I want it.                      
The meaning of my life is to bring death with the most
in sinister ways.                      
                                          
I see in your eyes the fear that holds
me in this life                        
But I will take them - today you will die,       
I'll leave you to rot with disgusting     
smell,                                  
Screaming is all you want, but you
can't stop this nightmare.                
                                          
I taste your life by drinking your blood,   
Tearing out your insides, chewing your se- 
ladder,Dead or living flesh - that's what I crave - 
duh,                                       
I'll kill someone so I can eat them out of my...
gils.                                     
                                          
                                          
    SKULL FULL OF LARVAES              
                                          
    Text:Chris                   
                                          
                                          
You're lying here cold, after a terrible    
death,                                   
Your life ended quickly, you did   
your last breath,                     
Dead in the grave is your last place,  
Maggots infested your disfigured face.
Pus has taken the place of blood in your veins,     
Decomposition began, the bones began to disintegrate -
xia,                                       
Thrown six feet down, you're abandoned 
rot,                                    
The brain oozes down the back of your ear 
semolina neck.                               
                                          
The skull is full of larvae.                      
                                          
They came to your grave - maggots - and...
the larvae were having their feast,They crawl into you - larvae - and devour -
there are larvae eating you,                        
Rotting grubs, maggots - have infested your 
corpse - larvae,                           
Parasitizing on dead - larvae - te- 
have now settled in your head.           
                                          
You're lying here cold, after a terrible    
death,                                   
Your life ended quickly, you did   
your last breath,                     
Dead in the grave is your last place,  
Maggots infested your disfigured face.
Pus has taken the place of blood in your veins,     
Decomposition began, the bones began to disintegrate -
sya,                                       
Thrown six feet down, you're abandoned 
rot,                                    
Brain oozes down the back of your ear 
semolina neck.                               
                                          
                                          
    BURIED IN THE BACK YARD        
                                          
    Text:Chris                  
                                          
                                          
Murder is the meaning of my life,              
My God gives eternal life,Cutting you open I watch the blood flow   
Rotten brains, I devour them to satiety.   
Pressure causes the body to inflate.      
                                          
The souls of my victims give me great strength,    
Devouring flesh hour after hour,             
My lungs burst as I fall apart     
your chest                       
Probing your organs to search     
meat,                                     
Chewing the heart of the one I killed makes  
my evil will is stronger,                    
Bodies are drained of blood to fill my fat-
thyme bowl.                             
I stalk my victims at night, I have to   
kill today                            
To strengthen my evil soul. Those I killed
worship me                          
I am your worst reality, pain and torture   
for humanity,                         
Violent ways of madness, and this cruel 
there is no end to the bones.                          
In my power, I will kill you quickly, I will send-
I love your soul to hell                        
The slaughter of human beings is the only one 
the life that I know.                     
My zombie armies will inherit the earth and respond
to my charms                              
Extermination of the human race in search    
immortality.                               
I love your soul to hell,                        
Massacrehuman beings - the only 
the life that I know.                     
My zombie armies will inherit the earth and respond
to my charms                              
Extermination of the human race in search    
immortality.                               
                                          
I drag this corpse into the house, it is cold and stiff 
chanel,                                    
The devil's spell to strip them of their souls,    
Consuming lifeless bodies, I drink them
shed blood,                             
Their death passes through my body, betrayed  
playing with their pain.                  
                                          
Crucifix in the cemetery, raising the dead from
sleep,                                      
They rise from their graves to eat the weak  
mortals                                  
Under my control, I own them exhausted
souls.