Six feet under, worms and grubs Feed upon me, rotten body In stinky fluids, I feel alive In decaying consciousness
My inner self plagued by the dark lackeys of filth Precious mortuary gift, perpetual immortality Enclosed in my depressive casket I can feel every gram of mud, compressing my kingdom
And my soul wants to be free In hatred Outside this prison Release all my rage
Flashback of memories, make me sick So many things I've left behind Make my carcass moving again And I can breathe the hypocrisy you left on my grave
And my soul wants to be free In hatred Outside this prison Release all my rage My rage! My rage!
Upright again, half rotten Leading the souls in torment Marching our path of revenge Mayhem to this worldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
