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Inpropagation
1,253
Metal
Inpropagation was released on October 30, 1991 by Earache Records as a part of the album Necroticism - Descanting the Insalubrious
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Release DateOctober 30, 1991
LabelEarache Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM140

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Lyrics

Insipid fumes from the atrabilious chimney
In sanctified crevet, calmly pillage and rake
For hot dry powdered human slag
Steaming in crematorium's grate
Bio-organic ebullition
Bones tar, tallow dehydrates
For my deleterious horticulture
So that I may cultivate
Your mortal mechanism dies
In nutrients rich
In the hallowed turf you lie
Just for the taking
Charred sinew's as good as lime, no phosphates do I need
Deteriorated flesh used as top-soil, replenish and nourish seed
Spreading this human potash, as ash matured
Recycling my rich harvest, bring out your dead, for use as manure
Irrigating tears are shed
But the ground still must be fed
Tears are shed
Tipping and dusting up the spilt contents of urns
Every morsel that glows like embers in the fire
Extinguishing all hope of beatrific dispatch
These charred chassis desired
Exequiet rites now performed
A coronach sooting up the flu
Enter my execrable inferno
Even in the after-life there's work to do
The nitrogen content's high
But the flesh is weak
At the graveside mourners cry
You're never to wake again
Never to wake again
Burnt brisket renews the ground to germinate my seed
Cremated bodies are my spoil to use them as plant-feed
Ploughing this abhorrent human manure
Seeding my rich harvest, bring out your dead, for the soils to devour
Dry the dead are bled
'Cause the ground must be fed
Still no rest for the dead
No rest for the dead
I propagate
Dust in the grate
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Diluted in water and sprayed on crops
Charcoal, fats, flesh and soot
Fertilising pasture with active fertile rot
Incumbent
Latent calories are spent
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Renewing the land with corpses corrupt
Mortuary scrapings, hearses a must
To the hot hearth the deceased are trussed
Harvesting the defouled to fertilize my soil
Rejuvenating the spent with my fecundate spoils
Reaping the gone to nourish the land
Replenishing pasture with my uncanny sleight of hand
Restoring the unnatural balance, sowing my seed
Defalcating the departed, I rapt
And glean, so I recite my contrite lament
Lacrimation for the dead
Their rest which I disturb
Where should stand row upon row
Of cold grey remembrance stones
My cash crops now grow
Written by: Carcass
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