[musick & lyrixxx - Matt Harvey, 1998]



Tombstones trampled in my wake, As I see to a matter quite grave, The earth is

turned as my claim is staked, Besoiling my pickaxe, trowel and stave, Caskets

pounded and splintered ”til they bust, Flesh, bone and casket give way, It

smashes to ashes, crushed to dust, Shattering the decrepit grip of decay...

(chorus) Decrypt, casket crusher, Defile, casket crusher, Destroy, casket

crusher, Decrypt, casket crusher, Defile, casket crusher, Destroy, casket

crusher, Crush, fucking casket crusher... Disinterred from the soil, To

bludgeon, trash and wreck, This rotted mortal coil, Wrapped tight around your

neck, The seal is shattered in one fell blow, The splintering wood crumbling

in shards, Driven into the stiff decaying below, The rigors (mortis) of death

can be hard... chorus... When falls the hammer into the grave, So to will the

thorax collapse, Inward the ribcage and sternum doth cave, Heart, lungs and

aorta prolapse, Shattered sarcophagus driven through your groin, Skewered anus

now in shreds, Shards of pine pierce your rotten loins, So utterly fucking

dead... chorus...