Grimly I dig up the turfs
To remove the [bad word] stiffs
Trying to contain my excitement
As I desecrate graveolent crypts...
Fingers claw at coffin lids
Eager festal exhumation
Hugging your wry, festered remains
With post-humous joy and elation...
Body snatched, freshly interred
Whatever takes my fancy
To satisfy my gratuitous pica
My culinary necromancy...
 [bad word] then [bad word] 
My forensic inquisition is fulfilled
My recipe is now your epitaph
Be it fried, boiled or grilled... 

I devour the pediculous corpse
Whetting my palate as I exhume
The festering stench of rotting flesh
Makes me drool as I consume... 

Caskets I grate
My larder's a grave
I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly [bad word] 
Rotten remains I eat
 [bad word] meat
What a funeral feast (putrid reek) 

Weeping tissue is stripped
Pus dribbles from my lips
Pulverising this pustular chaff
Butchering up morgue's makes me laugh... 

Ulcerated flesh I munch
Rotting corpses are my lunch
On bones I love to [bad word] (on the badly [bad word] 
Shrivelled innards I lick
The corpse's head I kick
 [bad word] shreds I pick (eat the stiffs) 

Rancid flesh, slaughter the dead – Caskets exhumed...
Corpses disinterred, graves disturbed – To consume... 

Bereaved relatives are not amused
As on their dearly departed I feverishly consume... 

Slavering worms, [bad word] burns
Corrosion born, as bacteria gnaw 

Desecrate...
Precipitate... (from the muddy grave)
Macerate...
Eviscerate... 

Caskets I grate
My larder's a grave
I'm sickly obsessed (with the badly [bad word] 
Rotten remains I eat
 [bad word] 
meat
What a funeral feast (putrid reek) 

Saponified fats, nibbled by rats – Freshly exhumed...
Deep down six feet is where I like to eat – Human flesh to consume...