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(Music: Steer)(Lyrics: Walker)Striking up my discordant undertureA carnal cacophony perversely pennedTransposed...and decomposedOn strings fashioned from human twineLovingly wound and fretted upon my bowGarishly incarcerated...the dead resonateIn a final death-throeVibrant as I thresh...Movements scripted for the dead...Orchestral horrors I vehemently conductMy corpus concertos cordialDisinterred... and detunedWith six feet belowIn harmony with the deceasedMy inspiration...your disintegrationFor my latest masterpieceMy score creeps your flesh..Notes seep from sinewy frets...But don't hold your breathAs you wait for your god or the voidOr the abyss of nothingnessYour usefulness isn't throughYour productivity I resume... My sordid, soiled handicraftsWill be your afterlife's handicap......My corrupt crescendos......Will leave you out on a limbo......Your disposition I unleash......You will rest in my piece...With deadly dynamicsYou're dead, buried and barredYour remains dampened and fingeredYour mortal coil is barbedThe death-bells are peelingRinging out as you flakeShrieking out their recitalsA celebration of your wake...Enter my funerealityMy world two metres underA curious habitatYour muddy trench I plunderPass on to etherealityChurned out under the sextant's bladeYou live your life in wretchednessAnd death is no escape...(Lead: The ascent to eternal pandemonium and tabulature by W.G. Steer)