Your pulverized torso languishes in its pool of pus 
Minced, cancerous viscera - gore seeps from the guts 
My fetid fetish is to excavate the moulding rot 
I drool my gastric juices as I chomp on you blood-clots 

Fermenting innards, bubbling with rot 
Alcoholic pus, dissolves the wooden box 

I gouge into the chest's cavity to rip out the intestines 
Slivering soft entrails to release the foaming secretions 
I suck up the concoction and eat the decay 
With cankered disgorgement I excrete my gurgling prey 

Bile, chyme and blood in the offal effervesce 
I eviscerate the bowels and drink the clotted cess