Bowels and blood Floating around Stench spreads around In their rotten graves
Intestinal bleeding Shall drink from the bugle Arms hang up Around the deeds table
People watching When torturing goes on Feet and hands Nails up on a wall
Souls burn To the stem is gone Stomach cuts up Brains grind
Head who's down in a barrel With a corrosive growing acid But something resurrects And things go wrong
A resurrection has begun Hands, arms and bowels Have begun to draw together And started to bubble
Again and again They fill you with pain and vain Sadness can be cured And no one are a lureTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
