[Speech:]   "That's why I find it so amusing that the latter-day saints of our   business... one, attribute to me motives that just weren't there, and two,   accuse me of corrupting morality, which I wish I had the power to do.   Prepare to die."      An encloaking, dark epoch   In which all life is now appraised   Another valueless commodity   On which the paracious may feebly graze   Indebted homage to their mammon   Whilst the mort is the music of the meek   Transcendence from a beatifully brutal reality   Is what I seek...      Noxious, sully dolour   Is not the sentiment upon which we feed   But precocious consciousness   Draws out a morbid nous to bleed   Chiselling out seething words   Which cut deep down to the bone   Always legible   So be it on our own headstone...      [Lead trem: Necrononism by M. Amott]      Rising to out own nadir   Reality we try to extirpate   Trying to raise a twisted smile   Similar to that silver plate   On a coffin which is joined   Hammering in each final nail   Last kill and testament   Left now intestate...      Noxious, sully dolour   Is not the thesis which is bled   A precarious train of thought   In which mental cattle-trucks are led   Carving out skilful words   Which shear brittle bones   Always spelt out well   We just can't leave the dead alone...      Monographic text   A terminal doctrine of diseased minds perplexed   Enunciated epigrams   Eschatological, rotten requiems      Always our own worst cynics   Exorcisers of scorching scorn   Digging our own graves   But never stand over and mourn   The roulade now pandemonium   Displaced in the muggy sods   Espoused with the macabre   The dead we filch and rob...      ...Munificant bale...   ...From the deviants staid...      Execrations - taunting spiritual release   Exoneration - upon the perishable we feast   Excogitation - picking at the bones of convention   Exculpitation - foul verbal conflagration...      Epigraphic text, a literary vex   The macabre perplexed, with corporeality meshed      [Lead: Eschatological excavation by W.G. Steer]      Euthenic text   An unpleasant journey, to a world perplexed   Corporeal epigraphs   Eschatological unpleasantness      Always forever cryptic   Exercisers of twisted grief   Helping you to dig up the interred   Whilst fresh still are the wreaths   The harmony now pandemonium   Heard out in the muddy dirt   Espoused with the bizzare   We play on our own turf...      ...Epithetic text...   ...A macabre rality perplexed...      Execrations - literary tales of atrocities fairy   Exoneration - harsh, cold bloody marys   Excogitation - a narcissistic eutechnique   Exculpitation - perverse artworks, so unique...      Monographic text, a literary vex   The macabre perplexed, with reality meshed...      [Lead: Corpsereality by M. Amott]   [Lead: Cold logistic language by W.G. Steer]