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Lyrics: Kitthammapirak, Beokhaimook
Congenitally nymphomaniac, an infectious masochistic whore
Cunt tremendously hollowed, fucked with bottles and fists
Cunt tremendously destroyed, pounded with hammers
26 weeks of gestation, intermediate fetal death
Extremely unruly and horny, she kept the dead fetus
She kept fucking and sucking around
Chorioamnionitis, severe TORCH infection
Infinite flows of blood and pus from the beefhole
Perverted afterfuck desire seeing mixtures of pus and semen
Overriding cranial bones, cerebral liquefaction, Spalding's sign
She kept fucking and sucking around
She was unable to resorb, fetal calcification
Domination of an unusual intrauterine lithopædion
Overwhelming dementia, she sharpened a kitchen knife
Stabbing, slicing the cunt, tearing the beefhole wide, bleeding
“Premature amniotic membrane rupture and placental abruption seems to be a likely cause of fetal demise at this time, but remains unclear until further histological examinations may be carried out. It is probable that relentless vaginal and anal penetration with both organic and inanimate objects perpetuate that theory. The pain of these extreme acts of promiscuous lust must have been unimaginable given the advanced stages of infection present, yet the depravity continued unperturbed. Demise of the mother has been confirmed to be from massive blood loss due to some form of hysterical self-disembowelment in attempt to excise the calcified fetus. The fetal autopsy has yet to be carried out, and therefore a clearer image of the grotesque acts that perspired still remain nebulous yet inconceivably inhumane.”
Do it yourself dilatation and evacuation, vomiting
A dead whore lying on a pile of fishy vaginal blood and pus
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Lyrics: Kitthammapirak, Beokhaimook
Your life is now blinded by impending death
Forcefed with disgust, only shit and piss to consume
Forced to bleed, inevitable torture, approaching the demise
Festering thoughts from the past keep whispering to you
Perceiving that death will soon take you from everything
You will soon be sent to your eternal termination
Ugly hallucination, no hope, no faith to cling on to
Perceiving that there is nothing more than ending up rotten
You will be slowly impaled, beheaded, and let rot
They will suck your dripping liquids clean
Psychological perversion, Ill-omened consummation
Forcefed with disgust, only shit and piss to consume
Forced to bleed, inevitable torture, approaching the demise
Festering thoughts from the past keep whispering to you
Perceiving that death will soon take you from everything
Moribund, just a worthless piece of disgusting shit
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Lyrics: Kitthammapirak, Beokhaimook
Originated from my misanthropic hatred
With a stone I beat your fucking head
Dominated by the persistent vegetative state
Unresponsive yet perceiving all the pain
You were one of my worthless victims
Never treated you like a patient
All of you have known great misfortune
With a bonesaw your brain was exposed
Passing my diarrheal loads into the tube
Filling your skull with my liquid faeces
Awake and infected fecal craniotomy
Among the other victims in the storage
You were left painful and disordered
Demented by the fecal cranial infection
I kept you alive persisting my pleasures
Waiting for the ingredients to ferment
Now it’s time to continue the procedure
Surgically gouging one of the eyes
Drilling a hole into your cranial space
My old suction machine always works fine
Sucking the fecal brain out of the eye
Allured by the rotten smell of dementia
Hidden inside my clinic an art gallery
Painting the canvas with these matters
Smeared with shit mixed cranial chunks
Copro-cranio-operation, artistic perversion
Another mixed-media masterpiece created
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Lyrics: Beokhaimook
Forever detached from existential idealism
Forever detached from metaphysical elevation
Forever attached to declassification
They are sluggish like decaying brains
They sink onto the floor like foul diarrhea
Dwelling among these distorted mushy bodies
Humanity in formlessness is my necessity
All of them are base matters
Within uncategorization and destabilization
Terminating the binary oppositions
Contaminating the purity of the ideal
Scatological, everything is low and despicable
Dwelling among these base organs
Humanity in base materialism is my necessity
Descending into the realm of the real
Sacrificially delighted to a suicidal ideation
Turning my living self into a rubbish mass
Pounding my legs and arms with a hammer
This bodily sacrifice will worth the pain
Slicing my stomach and taking out the innards
Tying the bowels around my body
Slicing all the innards into pieces
Smearing them all over my body
Keeping myself alive yet chopping my organs
These liquids will make me look prettier
Excruciating to the last gasp I slit my throat dead
Worthless, lying disemboweled on the floor
To my gratification I am formless and base
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Lyrics: Beokhaimook
Into the esoteric realm of innards and body fluids
Through astral projection I am transferred within
Putrid, bleeding pus and blood, slime-soaked
Crawling through bloodred walls of intestines
The symbolic is inverted, abject and surreal
From the core cystic sphere, I bite into it
Pus splashed from the inside I begin to gulp
Filling the thick greenish fluid into my stomach
Into the esoteric realm of innards and body fluids
Through astral projection I am transferred within
I must complete this pervert ceremony
In the main hall, homogeneous, putrefying
The host and the walls share the same body
Worshipping this gigantic organism
Rubbing my penis with blood and pus
I insert this erected pole into its vagina
Vomiting this load of pus into its stomach
To survive in both realms…
…of the reality and the corporeality
…of the symbolic order and the opposite
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Lyrics: Kitthammapirak, Beokhaimook
Screams and shrieks pervade and echo in this beautiful place
An experienced worker, a satisfied jailer, a proud torturer
Working in this prison I’m wholly delighted by these experiments
Victims tied, blindfolded, hanged, and disemboweled
Organs amputated and reattached in unusual positions
Morbid transplantation between conscious prisoners
Creating hypotheses about how they can tolerate
Creating hypotheses about how their organs still operate
Amputating their stomachs, esophagi and intestines connected
Creating hypotheses about how they can be alive gasterless
Hundreds of females force-raped by males with syphilis
To develop Treponema pallidum into the most fatal bacterium
Omnipresent human organs and bodily liquids in every corner
I am pleased seeing those rotten chunks and smelling pus
Watching, recording, reporting their bodily changes until they die
They will undergo these torturous experiments even posthumously
Corpses are tested, some are raped, others are dissected
Thousands of lives have been devoured
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Lyrics: Wongwai, Kitthammapirak, Beokhaimook
With gender dysphoria, she came for a sexchange
Never knew my real identity, a pervert in disguise
With my mental eccentricity and poor surgical skill
Transforming her into a gruesome hermaphrodite
Fully conscious and tied tight to the operating table
Implementing a bizarre sex reassignment method
Screaming in pain, I cut out her stinking ugly cunt
A sadovaginectomy is what can’t be resisted
Never wasted a vagina, I perforated her neck
Stitching that freshly cut cunt in position
Vaginal and tracheotomical holes became one
She still needed a phallic pole on her crotch
Stitching a cock from a fresh cadaver in position
This hermaphroditic creature catalysed my libido
Putting my cock in the vaginotracheotomical hole
She choked on it as I humped her fucking throat
Cumming blissfully all over her molested larynx
Still not satisfied, I cut her useless cadaveric cock
Stuffing that flaccid flesh into the once fucked hole
This bitch was still noisy, I proceeded to decapitate
Completing the operation along with my satisfaction
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Lyrics: Wongwai, Beokhaimook
I am a man who loves fucking and experimenting
Entire scepticism about unusual cuntfucking
How it would feel with an anal cavity in between
Abducted alive and dead, both are fucked hard
But the deceased ones are the most satisfying
Getting this whore with a semi-decomposed torso
Beginning the resection, I cut open her gluteal region
These buttcheeks are useless and thrown away
The smell of the oozing lymph gets me aroused
Her anal sphincter and large intestines are my sex toys
The colon is still full of shit, what a surprising plus
Squeezing the bowels, attaining the brown cream
Complete intestinal fecal extraction of the deceased
Stuffing the intestines tight into her fucking beefhole
Gluing the sphincter and the perianal flesh in place
Ready for the simultaneous anal and vaginal activities
Perfect lubricant, rubbing my stiff phallus with her shit
Penetrating her inactive body, faeces-infused corpsex
Vagi-a-nal, ecstatically feeling her rectum in the way
Lubricously fecal, effortlessly humping the fuckhole
She is now of no use aftercumming, lying buttcheekless
Amid the swamps of decomposed blood and shit
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released November 26, 2020
Drums recorded by Supoth Sakaekhao at MW11 Studio, 5 October 2019.
Bass drum triggering engineered by Thanatchai Lueruk, 18 June 2020.
Guitars recorded by Jeeraset Paemongkol at JP16 Productions during December 2019 - February 2020.
Vocals recorded by Jakaphan Marput at aMore Studio, 29 March 2020.
Bass recorded by Jeeraset Paemongkol at JP16 Productions during May - June 2020.
Backing vocals recorded by Polwach Beokhaimook at Adipocere Chamber, 31 May 2020.
Demented Evacuation of Lithopædion Dictation created and recorded by Dr. Saari, 26 August 2019.
Demented Evacuation of Lithopædion Prelude created and recorded by Polwach Beokhaimook at Adipocere Chamber, 22 December 2019.
Mixed and mastered by Januaryo Hardy at Insidious Soundlab, 19 and 21 June 2020.
Artwork by Daemorph.
Ecchymosis logo by Gruesome Graphx.
Album title logo by Haruka Kamiyama.
Weerasak Kitthammapirak - vocals
Polwach Beokhaimook - drums/vocals
Twish Kulsu - guitars
Wasumit Wongwai - bass
Jeeraset Paemongkol - guitars
2020 | New Standard Elite