[Intro]

"A body is committed to a public mortuary. Any victim of sudden or unexpected death will be brought here for a post-mortem by a pathologist; their job is to establish the cause of death. But sometimes a body is unrecognizable. Then it is vital, especially if murder is suspected, to establish identity."

[Verse 1]

Insipid fumes bellow from the atrabilious chimney

Whilst in the sanctified crevet I calmly pillage and rake

For hot dry powdered human slag

Still steaming in the crematorium's grate

[Pre-Chorus 1]

Bio-organic ebullition, bones tar, tallow dehydrates

For my deleterious horticulture so that I may cultivate

[Chorus 1]

Your mortal mechanism dies

In nutrients rich

In the hallowed turf, you lie

Just for the taking

[Verse 2]

Charred sinew's as good as lime, no phosphates do I need

Deteriorated flesh used as top-soil, to replenish and nourish seed

Spreading this human potash, as ash matured

Recycling my rich harvest, bring out your dead, for use as manure

[Bridge 1]

Irrigating tears are shed, but the ground still must be fed

[Verse 3]

Tipping and dusting up the spilt contents of urns

Every morsel that glows like ember on the fire

Extinguishing all hope of beatrific dispatch

These charred chassis desired

[Pre-Chorus 2]

Exequiet rites now performed, a coronach sooting up the flu

Enter my execrable inferno, even in the after-life there's work to do

[Chorus 2]

The nitrogen content's high

But the flesh is weak

At the graveside mourners cry

You're never to wake again

[Post-Chorus]

Never to wake again

[Verse 4]

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

[Bridge 2]

Dry the dead are bled, because the ground must be fed

And there's still no rest for the dead, no rest for the dead

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 5]

I propagate, dust in the grate

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Diluted in water and sprayed on crops

Charcoal, fats, flesh, and soot

Fertilizing pasture with active fertile rot

[Verse 6]

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

[Bridge 3]

Harvesting the defouled, to fertilize my soil

Rejuvenating the spent with my fecundate spoils

[Verse 7]

Reaping the gone, to nourish the land

Replenishing exhausted pasture with my uncanny sleight of hand

Restoring the unnatural balance, sowing my seed

Defalcating the departed, I rapt and glean

[Verse 8]

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