Ever thought you're gonna die this way?
Ever thought you're gonna die anyway?
Jumping up from their crypts
The stench of the dead
Awakened by the roots of the trees
Bloodstained clusters and mutanted legs
Hands growing out from their eyeholes
Not the wormholes in your skinny flesh
Is going to satisfy their sickened lust
Wish it was a dream, morbid psykhosis
You're backing off with dicksgust
Chemical pestilence, life woken up again
But not in the same form you are used to see
They'll shit unto your guts
Black priest getting near
Enter the orbit of fear
Face ripped blank, juicy flesh they'll tear
Carcass of horrified society
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