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Little Miss Autopsy 1968
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Xanthoma; a band that embraces the ethos of death, the despair of doom and the destruction that is thrash.
Xanthoma is the side project of Dale Lee (bass) and Gramie Dee (guitars); both members of British thrash metal band Blood Money. Xanthoma is an outlet for their darker side, encompassing the ethos of death, the despair of doom and the destruction that is thrash. Sean Nelson from Tennessee death metal band Diabolical Dismemberment, completes the line-up on vocals, drum programming created by Mal Robins.
Song Info
Genre
Metal • Death/Black Metal
Charts
Peak #128
Peak in subgenre #10
Author
Gramie Dee
Rights
Xanthoma Music
Uploaded
March 16, 2019
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MP3 5.5 MB • 128 kbps • 5:58
Story behind the song
You work in the morgue as a security guard, and you have a taste for young girls..... preferably if they're not breathing.
Lyrics
I The hour approaches Time flickers by Till I am alone in my work When all others have left To cringe in their homes I am the keeper of death II A guardian of necro I prowl through the night Patrolling the corridors of morté Ensuring the safety Of lives already spent My children mean more than mere life Chorus Little miss autopsy lies on her slab Awaiting my need to defile her When all of my urges rise to molest I fuck her I fuck her I fuck her III And there she lies My treasure, my prize Reward for my vigil oe’r death She waits for my love My lust for her stench Her perfume sweet formaldehyde IV No taboo presides In my time to deflower Nothing to halt my desire To lick at the stitches Adorning her body Arousing my fire, my love Chorus Little miss autopsy lies on her slab Awaiting my need to defile her When all of my urges rise to molest I fuck her I fuck her I fuck her V Thrusting inside her My breath on her cheek Oh china like skin of such beauty Clouded pale eyes That stare in to mine I know she shares my need VI Cumming inside Her decaying loins I rejoice in my conquest, I weep Feeling such joy In her still surrender Her motionless gratitude Chorus Little miss autopsy lies on her slab Awaiting my need to defile her When all of my urges rise to molest I fuck her I fuck her I fuck her
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