The Gala of Gore Songtext
von Alghol

Radiant repugnance
A dazzling decay
Alluring abhorrence
A fetid bouquet
Wafting up from the dungeon
Where the corpses are laid
Prepped for the butcher
Exquisitely aged


With evil elation
And blasphemous bliss
I sharpen my cleaver
And carve into flesh
Each cut unique
In flavor and feel
Yet only the finest
Will do for this meal

A gala of gore
A festering feast
We indulge like kings
Before we ride east
To the foot of the mountains
Where the kingdom doth lie
I empty my chalice
And gaze to the sky