FRENZIED TEARING, CLAWING, RIPPING, GNAWING AT YOUR GUTS REMAINS ARE STREWN ACROSSED THE GROUND INANIMATE, COLD, AND NUMB
INSECTS FEAST UPON DEAD FLESH DEVOURED TO THE BONE MUTILATED BEYOND RECOGNITION DISSECTED LIKE A FUCKING FROG
FOG ROLLS OVER CRUMBLING STONES I DIG AMONGST ROTTING BONES THROWN INTO AN UNMARKED GRAVE TONIGHT YOU SLEEP WITH THE DEAD MY LANTERN FLICKERS IN THE WIND I SHOVEL DIRT UPON MY SIN NOT A SOUL WILL FIND YOU HERE A DISGUSTING SHAME BUT, I DON'T CARE
COUNTLESS BODIES LEFT TO ROT SMOTHERED IN THE EARTH MANY WILL RESEMBLE YOU REDUCED TO WORTHLESS WASTE
TATTERED, BEATEN, RIPPED TO SHREDS SILENCE OF THE DEAD STAGNANT AIR REEKS OF DEATH STARE OUT FROM YOUR GRAVETeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
