Lying in pieces, in my rotten tomb, maggots ate my face, invading my skull. I don’t have skin, but I feel them crawl. I don’t have eyes, but I still have visions of death.
Raped by the vermin, they breed on my skin. Torture beyond death, the pleasure on filth. Now I’m pure bone, but I still can scream. Humans outside are witnessing my putrid moans.
(chorus) - No torment can stop my howling from the grave! -
Inside my death hole, there’s a sign of life, my decomposed mind is possessed by fear. Sensations are back to my decayed brain. A perverted smell is the sign of resurrection.
(chorus) - No torment can stop my howling from the grave! -
I am back from death because an evil curse now, the barrier from other world is torned apart. My hands are coming out from the dust at midnight: a demon on the Earth ready to mutilate. My entrails are hanging from my open stomach, I can feel my bones cutting my genitals. All in my sight now are rotting corpses walking, I will only follow my hunger to kill humans.
That empty graveyard will be a remembrance of the apocalypse that turned the world in a damned hell. My is stained of wax from those eternal tombstones, full of body parts that once I ripped from the miserable pieces of shit that used to live like parasites in this horrid land. Finally I can rest, I was turned to miasma; another zombie will kill upon my grinded remains.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
