In the land of abhorations Through the Versian mountains Birthplace of the Gutspawn nation Their evil king's a bloated creation Stomach with a mouth liquefying crematorium He ingests the dead for incubation In the gut starts the deformation In his swollen innards the creatures go through A twisted genesis to be born anew
Vomited up Grotesque mass Ill contorted Body parts
If their mutated misanthropomorphic form survives They owe fealty to their father The detached womb of hell Now a vessel to the king of defiled flesh Allegiance to the army A child of the gut
In older times an order arose The vanquishers of chaos came to dispose The lord and his children And their appetite for carrion Armor and swords facing Exoskeleton, tentacle and claw
The instrument to kill the creator demon Was an ancient blessed weapon called the spear of Gan The spear was lost for thousands of years The knights sought council with the sage in stone They found him weeping imprisoned in rock For a stroke of mercy the spear shall be yours It's in the rotting mountain And eldritch giant beast Forever decaying in the subarctic ice
Crusade to Unholy land Swallowed up By destiny
Through the cavernous mouth they entered Into a tunnel like digestive tract The temperature rose in the hollows Seeing worms as thick as trees There was the spear Held by the maggot god Warriors yelled their war cry Let your sons bore into you
Their banner on the spear The mighty host entered the Gutspawn pits Past vaults of the dead They marched in groaning silence
Steel flashed Visors down Abattoirs made Battles begun
Through the brutal assault wading through the gore The spearman went the Gut he stood before Before he could strike the mouth ejected spittle Bathed in acid screaming without a throat The hero on his knees threw the spear His arm went with it eaten at the socket He want down halved at the shoulders But the spear struck home In the volumous belly
Vomited up Grotesque mass Ill contorted Bodily parts
Atrophied limbs flailed in agony Gaping mouth splattering blood Croaking and wheezing dying in seconds Vile blubber shuddering in anguish Watches his empire crumble Through rolling blistering eyes Then it explodes starting a cave in Killing all but the world survivesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
