The Last Gasp
© 2014 IMPALED


2013 re-recording of The Dead Shall Dead Remain


1. Introduction
2. Fæces of Death
3. Flesh and Blood
4. Trocar
5. Spirits of the Dead
6. Immaculate Defecation
7. Fæcal Rites
8. Back to the Grave
9. All That Rots
10. Gorenography
11. Blood Bath


Leon del Muerte - murder construction
Sean McGrath - medicinal malapropigation and macerated modal mæstro
Ross Sewage - filthy fecundity and fœtid fromunda
Raul Varela - depravatious deadbeats
Jason Kocol - pseudo-scientific scelerate Sonorisms

Additional musicians:

Christy Cather - vocals


Drums recorded by Vincent Wojno at Testament's Studio (aka Driftwood), July 2009
Guitars, bass, and vocals recorded by Jason Kocol at Hhhhey Studios, August-September 2009
Mixed and mastered by Vincent Wojno at at Testament's Studio (aka Driftwood), sporadically from October 2010-May 2013


cover and layout - Ross Sewage
band photo - Ross Sewage with help from Elizabeth Schall


Willowtip Records - CD North America


1. Introduction
music - Sean McGrath and Leon del Muerte

2. Fæces of Death
music - Sean McGrath and Leon del Muerte
lyrics - Sean McGrath

Desiccated flesh I peruse
Your vacuous form is devoid of all life
Poetry in motions
As yet another stiff goes under the knife

Soaked in the fluids of the dead
Mucous, blood, and pus
Your abdomen a quagmire of maturating chyme
With preservatives and soaps your innards I flush

Melting organs degenerate into foam
This unctuous melange is disgorged into tureens
Down the drain, your insides wash away
A cold empty shell, the slate is wiped clean

Incruental - exsanguinated husk
Intubated - a trocar is thrust
Incarnadine - with offal you'll erupt
Your carcass I'll corrupt
Despumated - your ribcage is swabbed
Detumescence - in solidifying globs
Devenustated - you've lost all your charm
In my incapable hands you will surely come to harm

Your evacuated torso is stuffed
With soiled toilet tissue, balled into clumps
Diarrhea is imbued with a smile
With my conspurcate concoction, your body I defile

Innundated arteries now burst
In festering excreta, immersed
Your body is awash in disease
When I'm alone in the morgue, I do as I please

Plugs of cotton soak up minor spills (you're quite a mess)
The rich, foamy lather of putrefying bungs
Your fetor is inhaled with a thrill (I can't protest)
The flatulent bouquet matures in my lungs

Exspiscating - my work didn't take
Exundated - the sutures proceed to break
Exspuition - the contents are purged
Flesh and fæces are merged

(solo: "Full of Shit" by S.C. McGrath)

Embalmed with septic mung
Capillaries choked with dung
A piss poor excuse for an open casket funeral
Abdomen is sunken in
My fœtid breath is laced with gin
Your cadaver on display for the bereaved to mull

3. Flesh and Blood
music - Leon del Muerte and Sean McGrath
lyrics - Sean McGrath

(solo: "De-Incarnated Mass of Fungal Strains " by S.C. McGrath)

Pulling the morbid stiffs
From the damp, sepulchral tomb
Harvesting the rotten
My vocation, to exhume
Methanous tissues removed
With procedures so emetic
A sordid conflagration
Your corpse is quite pathetic

Dissecting body parts, disinhumed
As my head starts to reel from the fumes

Consuming the cadaverous chyme
Sopped up from the crypt
I morbidly dissect
As jellified muscles are ripped
Oozing thoracic pulp
Is thoroughly molested
Engorged with cankerous phlegm
I've left you quite congested

Grinding the dead into slaw
As formaldehyde drips from my maw
Committing your remains to the mud
Eternally, you'll rot
You're only flesh and blood

Your remnants are boxed
(solo: "One Foot in the Grave" by S.C. McGrath)
Bones have been picked
(solo: "Bottling Mellified Lumps of Lividinous Preserves" by J.E. Kocol)
Your carnage interred
(solo: "Uglinous Erosion of Necrocellular Proteins" by S.C. McGrath)
A botched, necrotic wreck
(solo: "A Treasured Chest of Thoracic Booty" by J.E. Kocol)

4. Trocar
music - Leon del Muerte
lyrics - Sean McGrath

Impacted tissue is riddled with clots
Morbidly studying your gross anatomy
Perinium is sullied with moldering pus
A mass of gelatinized forensick liquidity
Locating my trocar, the tool of my trade
Emaciated fingers nimbly find what I need
Desiring the gavage, I hastily optate
Into your chest intercalated as your innards I bleed

Muscle tissue rips, my needle drips
Proceeding with my work, I'm an insensitive jerk
Acid from your stomach is disgorged with a splat
Liquid offal gargles in your throat
Embalming tubes occluded with clumps of rotting fat
Decaying larval brine is force fed until you choke

Impaled on a spike, internal organs are sucked
Mellifluent gore by the buckets is drained
Pernicious bilge is pumped from your gut
Acidic bacteria now mangle your brain

Lactating pus
Eructating guts
Decorticated stiff
I take another sniff

Macerated veins are with a trocar dislodged
Playing host to my probe, your pelvis now sprays
Abdominal saliva is splattered from your anus
Lathering my needle, your ignominious remains
Easing the point into delicate flesh
Declension with steel is sublimely enmeshed
Irrigated fluids cake the porcelain slab
Methodically in-vaginated with bromidic scabs

Pus, from your veins, is tapped
A bloody awful mess, your corpse is bloodless
Lancinated gore is sapped
Exenterated sot, your withered cadaver will rot

Decaying on the slab
I take another stab

(solo: "The Embalmer's Épée" by J.E. Kocol)
(solo: "Lachrimose Germentation" by S.C. McGrath)

Muscles are imbued with a gelatinous mix
Prepatent secretions from your bowel make me sick
A redolent mephitis maturates in the guts
Laughing at your humor as it seeps from the cuts
Ensmultified with larvae, your carcass is replete
Drawn and quarted in a morgue as innards I delete
Ichor is liquesced and from veins gladly pumped
My nocturnal vocation has my colleagues quite stumped

Packed in a coffin full of salt
An acrid scent seeps from the box
Lye is applied as the earth is fed
Ensconced in a tomb, for you are quite

5. Spirits of the Dead
music - Sean McGrath and Leon del Muerte
lyrics - Sean McGrath

Your ribcage is avulsed
Mangled, chopped, and hewn
Organ meats have been sundered
And about your coffin strewn
Latent germs deliquesce your guts
Fermenting your simmering brine
Upon this loathsome, steaming mass
I'm predisposed to dine

Dehydrated liver is quenched with grog
In a gurgulating froth, dissolved
In purulence ruptured, your bowel has turned septic
Your innards are now devolved

Intestines turn to slush
Vitriolic mush

Inebriating fumes, mind altering effluvium
An intoxicating funeral binge on post-digestive chum
Carbonated gastric stew
Excreted, distilled, and imbibed
A nidorous concoction fermented to proof
The dead I tap, siphon, and grind

(solo: "Dead Drunk" by S.C. McGrath)
(solo: "Bacchanalian Ingurgitation and Ataxic Besmirching of Breeches" by J.E. Kocol)
(solo: "The Siphoning of Liquescent Dead Tissue for Use in the Fermentation of Grain Alchohol, and the Consumption Thereof" by S.C. McGrath)
(solo: "A Technicolor Death Rattle" by J.E. Kocol)

Spirits of the dead
Sip the rotting head
Repulsively imbued
With necro-holic brew

6. Immaculate Defecation
music - Leon del Muerte and Sean McGrath
lyrics - Leon del Muerte and Sean McGrath

The colon explodes with diarrheal sepsis
Anal leakage ecstactically shed
A stenching mass of post-bolal rot
Corn laced reeking ano-gastric snot
Your skivvies besmirched with fœtid mung
Liquid viscous, peanut dotted dung
Your rectum protrudes from its now swollen rim
Your diapers are filled to the brim

Virgophrenic ass
Through which the sludge is passed
Colypeptic chyme
It always hurts the first time

Defecate, remove the dregs

Terminal colorrhagia
With an afterbirth of chyle
Saponaceous foam
To you lips, bring a smile

(solo: "Abstracted Expression of Meconium on a Canvas of Nappy" by J.E. Kocol)

Table manners lacking in grace
Your fingers used to stuff your face
Your breech still emitting rancorous poo
Pour another bowl of butthole stew

Your anus wiped clean with antiseptic pads
Depuration of f&aegal;cal clots
Powdered with talc, your bilge takes on a pallor
Decrepitation, a sickening false alarm
Digested pablum disposed of with haste
Bursting at the seams, a bag full of waste
Decontaminated, to try and make amends
You're bound to fill your trousers again

7. Fæcal Rites
music - Leon del Muerte
lyrics - Ross Sewage, Sean McGrath, and Leon del Muerte

Mastication starts the process
Transforms the food into bolus
Deglutition of the ruffage
Oesophageal stage
Careening straight down my gullet
Into my gut it will plummet
Churning acids digest chyme
Nutrients refined
Escheria Coli wil act
As a complex glucose tap
But it's from the rectum I gain
The excrement which flows like rain

Our fæces who art in rectum
Hallowed be thy name
Thy kingdom bung, thy will be dung
The filth invades my septum
Hole(y) anus full of shit
The turd is with me
Messed art thou coprophagist
Festered is the fruit of thy feast

Bowing to the porcelain god
Plunge my face in anal spew
Bobbing for septic scat
Sphinctral birth I now chew

A smile crosses my sullied face
Eagerly devouring my own waste
My bowel movement I must praise
The ordure fits my taste

Ingest the scat, eat the mess
Swallow the filth, engorge the cess

An epiphany of divine waste
The genesis of shit
Analic hyms, mass for a mass
My appetite is sick
Covenant with chyme to create crap
Exodus out my hole
My prayers answered, I flush the altar
Let my fæces go

Our fæces who art in rectum
Hallowed be thy name
Thy kingdom bung, thy will be dung
The filth invades my septum
Hole(y) anus full of shit
The turd is with me
Messed art thou coprophagist
Festered is the fruit of thy feast

8. Back to the Grave
music - Ross Sewage
lyrics - Ross Sewage

Exhumed, debauched and consumed
My torpid flesh has been sullied by your spunk
And I have played privy to your necrotic whimsy
You so enjoyed inhaling my decrepit funk
My organs and entrails you delightfully assailed
Thrashing mound of thoracic de-activity
A lover you have found, six feet down
Licking from my skin the moist lividity

Torn from the tomb for your lustful desire
My fouled viscera are what you admire
An unholy union on a funeral pyre
A caseated carcass really lights your fire

A sickening treat under the sheets
The rigor mortis of love can be hard
And the love that we have made, from the grave I was laid
Rubbing your genitals in my congealing lard
A glistening liver and ensanguined gut
The erotic intestines of this grumous mound
Embalming fluid and morticians Y-cut
Turn you on as my omentum you pound

Humiliated corpse, insults are compiled
Penetrated rectum, no guilt reconciled
Laid in a repose with a grisly smile
Used and abused, my existence defiled

I'm a lover of the dead, as a corpse you'll share my bed, but your usefulness is bled
Back to the grave
I've had my sick fun, but now I am done, it's time for you to cum
Back to the grave
Our affair is through, I've no more use for you, you've paid your deathly dues
Back to the grave
We've shared death throes, but my love has decomposed, and now you will go
Back to the grave

Once you needed me
But now you'll go solo

(solo: "Death's Sweet Embrace" by S.C. McGrath)

Callously flaying your skin, no cum-passion, I confess
Revealing muscles and tendons to lasciviously caress
The object of my dissection, a fœtid mate at best
Relentlessly tugging at heart strings through a hole I tore in the chest

(solo: "Unhinged Melody" by J.E. Kocol)

Employing a probing tool to penetrate the dry orifice
Grinding pus and masticating grume, I ram the ass with my fist
Be not distraught as your cadaver I drop, the remains of your lips I kiss
Thoroughly infested with maggots, your body has brought me such bliss

Sanguine amour
Dead meat to crave
Putrid carcass
Cannot be saved
Back to the grave

Supple white flesh, bleached with death
Masturbate on my maggot eaten face
The cold touch of the dead (it has been said)
Can inspire a necromantic craze
You partook in love and human remains
With my disinterred body you were chuffed
But as I fall to pieces near the end
My rottenness will force a break-up

Sever my skull and I'll give you head
About your boudoir my limbs are spread
But with your hunger for death now fed
This relationship is dead

I'm a lover of the dead, as a corpse you'll share my bed, but your usefulness is bled
Back to the grave
I've had my sick fun, but now I am done, it's time for you to cum
Back to the grave
Our affair is through, I've no more use for you, you've paid your deathly dues
Back to the grave
We've shared death throes, but my love has decomposed, and now you will go

9. All That Rots
music - Leon del Muerte and Sean McGrath
lyrics - Sean McGrath

(solo: "Funerary Feast on the Recently Deceased" by S.C. McGrath)
(solo: "Ultimo Marcio Cannibale" J.E. Kocol)
(solo: "Exfoliation of Pus Filled Stiffs for Total Gormandization" by S.C. McGrath)
(solo: "A grave &eagle; la Carte Leads to Expulsion of Sharts" by L.d. Muerte)

Wholly rotten, your body decayed
Your husk a decomposing organic sewer
Ichor boiled, congealed, and reduced
Into a fustular mass of fertile manure

Liquid waste expelled
With a nauseating smell
Your innards have started to turn
The stink makes my sinuses burn

With intestinal fortitude I'm forced to digest
This purulent victual with which I'm obsessed
Greedily binging on glistening turds
As gristle and fat form globular curds

Pulsating liver is violently excised
Pureed, brewed, and mulled
A gustitory treat for the mentally ill
With which my senses are dulled
Your kidneys are stewed and with offal imbued
Infused with simmering gore
Of carbonized entrails and all that is rotten
I'm quite a connoisseur

A fœtid tapioca is prepared in your colon
Nauseating pudding, thickened with pus
A genital soufflé is concocted on the fly
Post-mortem nutriment of decomposing guts
Putrescine elixir is quaffed to kill the taste
A most refreshing apértif
The noxious beverage is tapped from your skull
You're repulsively rotten beyond belief

10. Gorenography
music - Sean McGrath and Leon del Muerte
lyrics - Sean McGrath and Ross Sewage

Latent images in solutions submerged
A gallery of gore for posterity preserved
Your visage shall endure long after you've been laid to rest
Immortalized in celluloid as record of your death

A recremental work of art
Artuated straight from the heart
Your destiny is black and white
A grisly study in still life
A kalopsic collage is your patchwork grave
The cutting room floor is where you spend your last days
Anonymous atrocities, my subjects are the dead
An amateur gorenographer cutting off heads

Glistening gralloch, a zoetrope of rot
Exenterated torsos coacervate and clot
Veristic works of art are developed and displayed
Decomposed and posed as I prepare another plate

On my nefandous noctuary I diligently toil
For a carcass exfodiated from hallowed soil
An axunge prepared to grease the gears
Lacking my wit, kin may shed tears
Cohesive structure is what you lack
A poultice of plaster will fill in the cracks
Sculptures in flesh are my medium du jour
Your puniceous effigy I faithfully restore

Abdomen is spliced and the lighting is set
I'll develop your roll as my ensanguined subject
Holes drilled in your skull form a camera obscura
This document of death will be rather thorough
My scrapbook of horror is your final epitaph
Pictures from the after world, a corpse photographed
Your countenance embossed in silver gelatin
A gruesome reminder of your untimely end

A test sheet is used for the final cut
Through trial and error I make my decision
The template enlarged to a grainy print
This excoriated exhibit, my final revision

(solo: "A Bucket of Blood" by J.E. Kocol)
(solo: "Matted and Framed for Decay" by S.C. McGrath)

Artistic license I must take
Depleted bones I'm apt to break

I strike the set, this shoot is a wrap
Your casket occluded with residual scraps
The harvest I find in a moldering crate
A cadaverous curio with which I create

11. Blood Bath
music - Sean McGrath and Leon del Muerte
lyrics - Ross Sewage

Necrotic ooze poured from a carafe
Acquired for a blood bath

In the morgue lies a treasure trove of lividinous compounds decaying
A trocar suctions out the blood while a sphincter suffers my raking
With reams of ichor and surplus of fæces, the dead are so giving
A boundless supply of fœtid excretions compels me to lavage the stench of the living

My skin sullied with the filth of life
Vomit of my pores with which I am rife
In my crepitated pits bacteria thrive
Momentarily subdued by this morbid dive

Cadaverous fats boiled into soap for a rotten lather
Ensanguine mix of excreta and chyme, the cleanser I have gathered
Putrescent spilth and human chum squab over the lip of my tub
Soaking in the dead, skeletal remains exfoliate and scrub

A cauldron teeming with wasted corse
This mortal soiled with pus and remorse

Out, out damned spot, caught red-handed, blood stains so hard to clean
Arteries pumping crimson kelter, veins to expunge and ream
A babe from the womb untimely ripped, bereft of life, it's squeezed and drained
Placenta sponging at this corporeal form of which I am ashamed

Basted organs
Sebacious glands
Cooked in a vat
For a blood bath

Scour away integument to reveal the fleshy tendons that I'll
Abrase with cholic acid and with a solvent composed of bile
Scrub out my gullet with a pro-septic wash that will
Erase this mired being to be drained with the rest of the swill

Post-mortem spew and excrement garnish the mort bouillon
Meliorated with moldered viscera in my dead body lotion
The necro-emetic concoction, effervescing with unctuous suds
Desoils me of my besmirched existence, submerged in a basin of blood

Blood bath