Conserved till rotenness Till the maggots fill the flesh And the brain turns To rancid fermented mess
Pus runs from punctures Inside oesophagus
Maggots crawl into the flesh Now a tissus shapeless mass Funeral in morbid place With the remains of the dead
Rotting, by my infamy Rotting, from flesh to putrid
Dried flesh sticks to bones And the maggots (still) devour
Maggots infest guts and stomach, they ride back the trachea, Lungs are almost wholly devoured, insatiable human eaters As I taste this rotted flesh, maggots enter in my mouth Bewitched in my dementia, maggots enter in my mouth
I lick the organic gelatine Left by the insects
Rites of Torture I delight in flesh and blood and Putrefaction Of your corpse... filled with maggots
Dried flesh sticks to bones And the maggots still devour
Putrid mass of rotenness Repugnant Human Mess End in glory For such a rotten meat
What remain of my son Still dwell in utero Maggots escape From its eyes
A worms infested meat Lay in front of me Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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