Insipid fumes fromst the atrabilious chimney   Whilst in the sanctified crevet I pillage   For human slag   Still steaming in the crematorium's pyre      Bio-organic ebullition, bones tar, tallow dehydrates   For my deleterious horticulture so that I may cultivate   Spumous erubescent death      Your mortal mechanism dies   In nutrients rich   In the hallowed turf you die      Charred sinew's as lime, no phosphates do I need   Deteriorated flesh as top-soil, to replenish and nourish   Spreading this human potash, as ash matured   Recycling my rich harvest, bring out your dead   For use as manure      Irrigating tears are shed, but the ground still must be fed   And there's no rest for the dead   Spumous erubescent death      Tipping and dusting up the spilt contents of urns   Every morsel that glows as embers on the fire   Extinguishing all hope of beatrific dispatch   These charred chassis desired      Exquisite rites now performed, a coronary sooting up the flu   Enter my execrable inferno      The nitrogen content's high   But the flesh is weak   At the graveside mourners cry   You're never to wake again      Burnt brisket renews the ground, to germinate my seed   Cremated bodies are my spoil, to use them as plant-feed   Ploughing this abhorrent human manure   Seedling my rich harvest, bring out your dead   For the soils to devour      Dry the dead are bled, because the ground must be fed   And there's still no rest for the dead      I propagate   Dust in the grate   Spumous Erubescent death      Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, diluted in water and sprayed on crops   Charcoal, fats, flesh and soot fertilising pasture      Incumbent, latent calories are spent      Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, renewing the land with corpses corrupt   Mortuary scrapings, hearses a must   Harvesting the defouled, to fertilise my soil   Rejuvenating the spent with my fecundate spoils      Reaping the gone, to nourish the land   Replenishing exhausted pasture with my uncanny sleight of hand   Restoring the unnatural balance, sowing my seed   Defalcating the departed, I rapt and glean      So I recite my contrite lament, lacrimation for the dead   Their rest which I disturb   Where should stand row upon row of cold grey remembrance stones   My cash crops now grow      Spumous erubescent death