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 lure |
