Your inert body is lying in the morgue's room, a sheet covers your latent heart rigid in the coffin you are carried to the graveyard and while you're going down by the hole, your agony starts
You wake up and everything's dark you can't breathe you don't know where you are you're a victim of catalepsy [x2]
You scratch the wood, tearing the fingertips of your fingers you scream by the pain and agony but nobody can hear you the air comes to an end and you start to suffocate you realize that youa re going to die
You are unconcious - and your heart stops the time of your sweet death - has come you start to create gases - and your stomach swells your brain starts to rot - and liquify
A viscious mass is created for your kidney and ferment in stomach blood and vomit and impregnates all the tomb of putrefaction tens of microscopic larvaes are starting to be created in flesh the whole crypt is infected by your decomposition
In your body are happening many metamorphosis of the grubs putrefact agony now hundreds of terrific insects finish with your putrid flesh putrefact agony
The insects create obstructions of acid liquids provoke eutaneous explosions you regurgitate your last fluids, while you are waiting for you total decompositionTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
