Carcass - Inpropagation

[00:58.54] Insipid fumes bellow from the atrabilious chimney [01:03.75] Whilst in the sanctified crevet I calmly pillage and rake [01:07.17] For hot dry powdered human slag [01:09.87] Still steaming in the crematorium's grate [01:12.64] Bio-organic ebullition, bones tar, tallow dehydrates [01:18.97] For my deleterious horticulture so that I may cultivate [01:31.37] Your mortal mechanism dies - in nutrients rich [01:40.68] In the hallowed turf you lie - just for the taking [01:45.33] Charred sinew's as good as lime, no phosphates do I need [01:49.03] Deteriorated flesh used as top-soil, to replenish and nourish seed [01:53.58] Spreading this human potash, as ash matured [01:57.56] Recycling my rich harvest, bring out your dead... for use as manure... [02:11.22] Irrigating tears are shed, but the ground still must be fed [02:23.47] Tipping and dusting up the spilt contents of urns [02:28.02] Every morsel that glows like ember on the fire [02:31.66] Extinguishing all hope of beatrific dispatch [02:35.40] These charred chassis desired [02:38.47] Exequiet rites now performed, a coronach sooting up the flu [02:45.43] Enter my execrable inferno, even in the after-life there's work to do [02:57.56] The nitrogen content's high - but the flesh is weak [03:06.96] At the graveside mourners cry - you're never to wake again [03:29.11] Burnt brisket renews the ground, to germinate my seed [03:33.59] Cremated bodies are my spoil, to use them as plant-feed [03:37.93] Ploughing this abhorrent human manure [03:41.72] Seeding my rich harvest, bring out your dead... for the soils to devour... [03:56.27] Dry the dead are bled, because the ground must be fed [04:00.92] And there's still no rest for the dead [04:34.03] I propagate - dust in the grate [04:44.94] Ashes to ashes - dust to dust, diluted in water and sprayed on crops [04:53.23] Charcoal, fats, flesh and soot fertilising pasture with active fertile rot [05:08.39] Incumbent - latent calories are spent [05:26.89] Ashes to ashes - dust to dust renewing the land with corpses corrupt [05:34.59] Mortuary scrapings, hearses a must, to the hot hearth the deceased are trussed [05:48.06] Harvesting the defouled, to fertilize my soil [05:58.56] Rejuvenating the spent with my fecundate spoils... [06:15.53] Reaping the gone, to nourish the land [06:19.54] Replenishing exhausted pasture with my uncanny sleight of hand [06:23.14] Restoring the unnatural balance, sowing my seed [06:26.32] Defalcating the departed, I rapt and glean... [06:30.37] So I recite my contrite lament, lacrimation for the dead [06:35.98] Their rest which I disturb... [06:39.60] Where should stand row upon row of cold grey remembrance stones [06:47.84] My cash crops now grow... [07:05.70]