Gross Anatomy
Feared by dogmatics and systematically oppressed
Science my crime, medicine I confess
Bearers of ignorance put a halt to my work
For in the coronal plane is where I would lurk
Forced underground, six feet deep is precise
A labour for knowledge by my own device
Maggots and worms my constant companions
Pillaging crypts and defiling their coffins
Archaic alchemists must be put to rest
Notions of prima matter I'll test
When the casket's exhumed and I've broken the seal
It's surely just flesh and blood I'll reveal
A nidorous air pervades through my lab
A noxious bi-product of the stiff on the slab
I meticulously sketch the skins contours and grains
Then probe sub-cutaneously for arteries and veins
Methodical excision to lay bare the bones
For understanding of anatomical unknowns
Though necrosis makes the facts harder to confer
I'm proud to be a cadaverous cartographer
Slicing through mortal shells
Discerning the secrets they tell
Engaged in necrology
Gross anatomy
Surgery on fresh human corpses
A putrid employ to read what the gore says
Knowledge my aim, blasphemes they claim
Negating all their spiritual discourses
(solo: "Quæ Prosunt Omnibus Artibus" by S.C. McGrath)
Retractors split open the chest cavity
Ocular scopes provide a glimpse into humanity...
Inhumanity
Excavations are clear
There is no soul here
(solo: "Tales From The Crypt" by A.S. LaBarre)
(solo: "The Vitruvian Man" by S.C. McGrath)
(solo: "Encyclopædia Anatomica" by A.S. LaBarre)
A labyrinth of nerves and muscles explored
Their designs in my necronomicon are stored
Spinal tendrils extend through all planes
Cognition lies not in the heart but the brain
Visceral gears are each recorded and weighed
A corporeal blueprint for mankind I have made
Surrounded by disemboweled organs, it would seem
We are all nothing but organic machines
Slicing through mortal shells
Discerning the secrets they tell
Engaged in necrology
Anatomía Grotesca
Temido por los dogmáticos y sistemáticamente oprimido
Ciencia mi crimen, medicina confieso
Portadores de ignorancia detienen mi trabajo
Pues en el plano coronal es donde acecharía
Forzado bajo tierra, seis pies de profundidad es preciso
Un trabajo por conocimiento por mi propia voluntad
Gusanos y lombrices mis compañeros constantes
Saqueando criptas y profanando sus ataúdes
Los alquimistas arcaicos deben ser puestos a descansar
Pondré a prueba las nociones de materia prima
Cuando el ataúd sea exhumado y haya roto el sello
Seguramente solo revelaré carne y sangre
Un aire fétido se cierne sobre mi laboratorio
Un bioproducto nocivo del cadáver en la losa
Esbozo meticulosamente los contornos y granos de la piel
Luego sondeo subcutáneamente para arterias y venas
Excisión metódica para dejar al descubierto los huesos
Para comprender los desconocidos anatómicos
Aunque la necrosis dificulta la conferencia de los hechos
Estoy orgulloso de ser un cartógrafo cadavérico
Cortando a través de caparazones mortales
Discerniendo los secretos que cuentan
Inmerso en necrología
Anatomía grotesca
Cirugía en cadáveres humanos frescos
Un empleo pútrido para leer lo que la sangre dice
Conocimiento mi objetivo, blasfemias ellos afirman
Negando todos sus discursos espirituales
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