Mortuary wars-General Surgery

Scourging the morgue with sickly malice Rank antagonism brought to a head Disquiet on the forensic front I sense the gathering of purulent adversary flesh Slashing at blistered & ulcerous limbs Keeping the rancid stiffs at bay The ongoing struggle against dearly departed A justified frenzy of pathological rage Putrefactive waste I do adorn A foul internecine reward The gains of the battle, reeking of bile To the victor the spoils of mortuary wars Surgical tools aid my success Over the malodorous cadavers I dread Their insidious advances I repulse with finesse Strategical mind games with the recently dead Necrobiosis prevailing My ally in decomposition A festering triumph accomplished by force The shredded rank corpses my cowed and crushed foes Putrefactive waste I do adorn A foul internecine reward The gains of the battle, reeking of bile To the victor the spoils of mortuary wars Scorch the fetid waste Replenish the source of flesh Gather a fresh batch of rancid, rank opponents Joyfully await the the next occasion For the fun to start again To recreate with my malodorous chums This thrilling, exhilarant game The gains of the battle The sweet stench of bile To the victor the spoils of Mortuary wars