Cannibal Corpse - "Orgasm Through Torture"


Suffer to survive
Instinct I despise

Stalking the night, searching for a victim to defile
Cock she craves today
Cum she wants to spray
And to reach the orgasm through torture

From behind, pain shivering down my spine
I feel paralyzed, only controlling my mind

Strapped to the table, naked, genitals exposed
Eyes clamped open, mouth gagged shut, terrified
Locks my scrotum in a vice tightens forcefully
Agony, silent screams, want to die

Shackled and bound, unaware my fate
Destined to be maimed to stimulate

The skin is peeled off my dick
Done with a razor blade
She begins to suck
Blood and *** amok
She rips my cock off with her teeth
Masticate, gnawing and chewing the stump
She regurgitates, I'm covered in my bloody chunks

Suffer to survive
Instinct I despise

I am alive, victimized
Tortured fate, asexual state


*Google Translate*


Write to live
Instinctive aversion

Stalking nights, searching for victims of the contaminated
Cock greed Day
Vice-President wants to spray
To achieve orgasm through torture

Back pain chills up my spine
I felt paralyzed and my mind control

Link to the negotiating table, naked, genitals exposed
Keep your eyes and firmly gagged scared to open his mouth
His scrotum tightened bolt locks and steel
Agony, screaming in the silence, I want to die

Chains and know my fate
Designed to encourage disabled

The skin comes off my cock
made with a razor blade
They start to suck
Monitoring of blood and semen
Turn on his dick with her teeth,
Chewing, chewing, chewing and trucks
He shoots and I in the blood,

Write to live
Instinctive aversion

I am the victim alive
Torture, the fate of asexual

The Smiths - "Still Ill"

Ask me why, and I'll die
Oh, ask me why, and I'll die
And if you must, go to work - tomorrow
Well, if I were you I wouldn't bother
For there are brighter sides to life
And I should know, because I've seen them
But not very often
Under the iron bridge we kissed
And although I ended up with sore lips
It just wasn't like the old days anymore
No, it wasn't like those days
Am I still ill?

I'll give this the Nordic treatment; English to Norwegian, Norwegian to Swedish, then to Danish, to Finnish, to Icelandic and then, finally, back to English. Here goes..!

Ask me why, and I will die
Oh, do not ask me why, and I will die
And if you have to go to work - tomorrow
Well, if I were you I would not bother
It has a brighter side of life
And I should know, because I've seen them
But not very often
Under the iron bridge we kissed
And even though I ended up with sore lips
It was like the old days anymore
No, it's not like the days
I'm still sick?

Well, that's disappointing.

Lana Del Rey - Cola

My pussy taste like Pepsi-Cola,
My eyes are wide like cherry pies.
I gots a taste for men who're older
It's always been, so it's no surprise.

Spanish > Swahili > Italian > German > Maltese > English

My white pussy of Pepsi-Cola,
My eyes are open, such as cherry pies.
I have a preference for people who are older
It always was, is amazing.

:laughing:

Elliott Smith - Waltz #2

Now she's done, and they're calling someone
Such a familiar name
I'm so glad that my memory's remote
'Cause I'm doing just fine hour to hour, note to note
Here it is, the revenge to the tune
You're no good, you're no good, you're no good, you're no good
Can't you tell that it's well understood?

English > Spanish > Dutch > Swedish > Portugese > English

Now, she has done and call someone
A familiar name
I'm so glad that my memory's remote
Because I'm good hour to hour, note to note
Here it is, the revenge to the tune
You're no good, you're no good, you're no good, you're no good
You can not say that it is well understood?



Not a whole lot of a difference.

Try again, but throw in a few languages other than Romance/Germanic, I bet you see a big change

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.

Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?

> Belarusian > German > Portugese > Igbo > Mongolian > Zulu > Greek > Spanish > English

But whisper bites threats
The queen is the only pure source.
So go, and in the end, there are two
There is still time to change the road.
Yo, I think.

Your head does not even know if this will be the way
Industry called before
Honey, you can hear the wind, you know
You are up, and the spirit of the book?

The first one to say these lyrics are gibberish before even being translated gets a slap! ;)

Script for a jester's tear --- Marillion

So here I am once more in the playground of the broken heart;
One more experience, one more entry in a diary self-penned.
Yet another emotional suicide; overdosed on sentiment and pride.
Too late to say I love you, too late to restage the play:
Abandoning the relics in my playground of yesterday.
I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts:
Too much, too soon, too far to go too late to play:
The game is over.

Esperanto to Yiddish to Swedish to Turkish to Somali to Hungarian to Irish to Norwegian to Bulgarian to Czech to Chinese (traditional) to Zulu to Latin to Welsh to Hindi to Mongolian to Ukranian and back

So here I am once more in the playgrounds of the broken Heart 1;
One more Experience, one more entry in a diary self-penned.
Yet another emotional suicide; overdosed on sentiment and pride.
Too far to say 1 Jove, you, too wide to restage the play:
Abandoning the left on my playgrounds of yesterday.
I'm losing on the swinger, I'm losing on the roundabouts;
Too much, too soon, too grits to go too far to play;
Today's game is over.

Doesn't change that much really does it? :confused:
Proof that Marillion are great in any language!
Or that nobody understands their lyrics.
Shut up, Urban! ;)

WTF did I ever say about Marillion?

This is such a great thread! Kudos to rostasi for dipping into Hmong, and Mondo B for Igbo.

Does anyone else think the gibberish lyrics are almost always better than the originals (- except for the Beefheart, of course)?