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Necrology (Reissue)

by General Surgery

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GENERAL SURGERY’s Necrology is a murderously savage operation performed by four sanious Swedes (2 of whom were members of DISMEMBER and AFFLICTED) recorded in unsanitary Sunlight Studios during November 1990. Dual vocal malpractitioners spew obnoxiously putrid gargling gore. The oozing catchiness is heinously highlighted by sickening riffs played with perversely pathologic surgical skill. Necrology will reduce listeners to violated postulated cadavers. Now remastered and reissued with 3 bonus tracks.


released June 21, 2011

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Track Name: Slithering Maceration Of Ulcerous Facial Tissue
Tenacious muck, your windpipe holds
Larynx numb, on clotted filth you choke
Your bloated corpse, a greenish shade of white
Flesh slips loose, your view of death revised
Body coated in clinging putrid waste
Septic clots urine and excrement
Stomach juices seep out of ragged cracks
Internal gases, gather in your torso
Your thorax filled, your corpse slowly ascends
Burst upon the surface, for the public soon to find...
Track Name: Grotesque Laceration Of Mortified Flesh
Your bowels infested - with embryonic mucus
Munch the saprogenic entrails - and desecrate the festered stiff

Ileum turns into lytic gore - devouring your skull
Collapsed internal parts - dislocated with a painful twitch

Pustulate, suppurate
Your innards now
A hot sticky mess
The oozing caress, of internal gases

Seeps out of your pores, a sickening, nauseating stench
Your cervix torn wide open - revealing a jelly mess
Your innards tumble out - in total disorder...
Track Name: Severe Catatonia In Pathology
Cutting through your clothes, trying to reach your flesh
Let my fingers feel your pure white skin
I love to see your fears reflected in your eyes
We're going to have a party, you and me
My little hatchets edge is longing for your skull
It wants to see the texture of your brain
My surgery's a lark, I'm quite a wacky guy
Not cracked and weird like everybody else

Scream to your heart's content
As your veins I happily shred
Systematically slicing up your cheeks
Drilling holes in your wrists to be chic

Intestines I entwine, dripping juices, sludge and gunk
Taking pictures to remind me when I'm bored and down on luck
What a thrill it is to feel the inside of your head
Your thoughts I seem to sense, but that's not possible as you seem to be
quite dead

Inserting safety pins,
Stimulated by my sins,
Your relics just for me

Cause I love you, can't you see?
Your pubes I pierce and slice
Punctured bladders my delight
Suppurating, shiny flesh
Bloody carcass quite a mess

Steam rising from the ruins of your corpse
The heat in this house is quite inadequate for this pathological cause

Maggots I dislike
They impose upon my fun
My merrymaking ruined
By these rancid little worms

Globs of bodily juices drop and splat upon the floor
As I drag your festering corpse, oozing sticky strings of gore
Your shoulder bones protruding, cracking as they hit the wall
Petrol sure in handy when you tire of it all
Rotting muscles slipping off, congealing lumpy mass
Blistering and frying as your cadaver turn to ash

Scooping up remains
Pouring into tins and jugs
Feeling clean and pure of mind
I'm a genius, not obnoxious...
Track Name: Crimson Concerto
My lurking want, for carnal sins
Your flesh my desire
And to cleanse my violin
Your throat I slit
And yet I need no help to cure
My sanious abuse
A single jerk, is all it needs
To bring me to my climax,
And to bring you to your knees
You're all I want, my corpses to be
My music incomplete
Until I bathe my strings in thee
'Tis not for fun,
I feed on death
It provides me with the tunes I play
I give you but the best

A price to pay, but not a fee
One human more or less
Is quite indifferent to me
You'll find my strings around your neck
Your flesh will tense and start to break
Your blood will spurt and drench my hands
To give my notes a certain clang
My violin I scrub and wax
But not with polish, soap or varnish
A finer substance I recquire
I soak it in human carnage
Soaking, dampening my strings
Bathing the wood of my precious violin
Laughing, whistling as I work
Immersing my life in the sogginess of your blood...
Track Name: The Succulent Aftermath Of A Subdural Haemorrhage
A lustful necrophiliac, your carcass I explore
Your suppurating remains, I happily deplore
Lymphatic, runny fluid, is a sight I can't resist
Ichorous, reeking juices, I extract from numerous cysts
Skull a spongy mass, your profile inconsistent
Ears reduced to taps, a flood of red liquescence
Brain reduced tosludge, sanguinary feast
Coagulating waste, I gorge myself on pus
Lacerated organs, make me shiver to the bone
Whipped into a frenzy, I fillet, suck and groan
Memorize then masturbate, bloody, Soaked and ravaged
I scoop you into bags, a reeking pile of garbage...
Track Name: An Orgy Of Flying Limbs And Gore
Shredded, minced and eaten
Hacked into red mush
Scalped, shattered and drained
A tasty, savory lunch
Ripped apart and mangled
Thrown around with fun
Chomping soggy flesh
Having loads of fun
Severed arms, flayed skin and legs
Travel through the air
The smell of blood and savage love
Wreak havoc in your brain
To climax in dark ecstasy
A small habit of mine
I'm quite a shy and modest man
Until it's splatter time...