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Noxious Concoctions

by Ghoul

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Deep in the swamp There lives a wretched old hag Cloistered in foulness Squalid and covered in rags She feeds on the quagmire Her heart is a cauldron of hate An appetite endless for vengeance relentless A hunger for cruelty that nothing can sate Chorus- Beware the marsh where the Swamp Hag dwells Her blood boils with the poisons of Hell A vile creature, an ancient bitch Flee, little children, the eyes of the witch They set her alight She cackled with nary a singe The fire of the pyre aspired To lick at her quivering minge Choked with a garotte The cord nearly severed her head She gurgled a curse that could not be reversed Inquisitors trembled with fathomless dread Chorus- Beware the marsh where the Swamp Hag dwells Her blood boils with the poisons of Hell A vile creature, an ancient bitch Flee, little children, the eyes of the witch (Swamp Hag) Satan! Morning son! Grant me the succor of the Mouldy Ones Grant me life, grant me breath Grant dominion over death Salt their fields, raze their homes Turn to ash their holy tomes Blind their eyes, cut their tongues Burn the air inside their lungs Crimson moon Eldritch runes Darkling skies Mouldy Ones Transformed her flesh Blood and bone But beware of her eyes! Lead Digestor Lead Digestor Lead Dissector Lead Digestor Lead Dissector Etc.
2.
Nueraleptic parasites Bioluminescent blight Vegetation taking hold Gnarled nets of toxic mold Mycotoxin kinescope Peer into the psychotrope Transplant fungiform Mouldy Ones are reborn! Tendrils squirming from the pods Mewling spawn of elder gods Simulacrum humanoids Summoned from the void Noxious! Concoctions! x4 Armageddon in the air Rotten bodies everywhere Entropy is setting in Piles of putrefying skin Black flies, slime mold TV dinner going cold Wheel of Fortune, Sally Ride Heavy metal suicide! Banished once from this domain Trapped in timeless cosmic branes Countless worlds to foliate Blood and flesh they subjugate Fungoid blooms Turn this world into a tomb Oozing slime From a time before time Noxious! Concoctions! x2
3.
What'll you do when the world's gonna end? No hope left and nothing left to defend Head to the gulch and invite all your friends Shotgun a beer, shed a tear, make amends It's time to party, it's time to thrash It's time to burn this fucking world to ash Ain't gonna worry 'bout the gutbucket blues Wash it all down with a gallon of booze You're gonna drink 'til you start to convulse Mosey on down to Shotgun Gulch You need a reason, a reason to live You've got a mind like a rusted out sieve And a liver that refuses to live Take a swig, take a sip, take a gulp Turn your brain into a pulsating pulp Say goodbye, the end is nigh Drown it all down with a quarter of rye You're gonna drink 'til your kidneys avulse Mosey on down to Shotgun Gulch You're gonna drink 'til you don't have a pulse Mosey on down to Shotgun Gulch Apocalypse comes Nowhere to run The end has begun Eat a shotgun Do it! (solo Digestor) (solo Dissector) You're gonna drink 'til you start to convulse Mosey on down to Shotgun Gulch You're gonna drink 'til you don't have a pulse Mosey on down to Shotgun Gulch You're gonna drink 'til your kidneys avulse Mosey on down to Shotgun Gulch
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Ratlicker 03:09
Where did he come from, and where has he been? He slithered into the sewers with a shit eating grin Yeah he's covered in filth, he's got a fetid bouqet Caught in every honey bucket from here to Bombay Run out of town, run out of luck Hunkered down underground in the muck like a schmuck Now he's up to his tits in a pit full of shit But there's something about him, you just have to admit He slides down in a manner oblique A drooling pervert who just wants a peek His point of view is completely unique Ratlicker! He's rancid, he's greasy, he's swarming with flies He's got a fungal infection and a case of pink eye Effluence drips in rivulets from his lips As he grips both nips by their decroded tips He slides down in a manner oblique A drooling pervert who just wants a peek His point of view is completely unique He's been in there for about half a week Rat carcass bloated with maggots Floating through puckers of scum He opens his mouth in the sewage And chews it as if it were gum Ratlicker! x2
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Looking for a corpse to fuck? Call 1-900-DTH-LINE Gonna be alone tonight? Call 1-900-DTH-LINE Our morgue is stocked with flesh That’s always guaranteed fresh Digging graves up got you down? Call 1-900-DTH-LINE Call the number at the bottom of your screen

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released February 2, 2024

All music and lyrics Digested, Dissected, Fermented, and Cremated by Ghoul except 1-900-DTH-LINE by Funerot
Mixed by Scott Evans at Antisleep Audio and Sharkbite Studios
Mastered by Dan Randall at Mammothsound Mastering
Layout by Digestor and Mark Reategui
Cover art by DecoNoir Art
Gang vocals by the Moron Cavern-Shackled Choir:
Peter Svoboda, Sarah Blevins, Dan Randall, and Dwayne Groth
Swamp Hag vocals by Laurie Sue Shanaman
Band Photo by J. Donovan Malley

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