Korpse On the Grave

Why are the limbs on the korpse so twisted Why are the ribs so smashed up and burning Listen to this shit and you'll hear why This is the tale of the korpse on the grave Insanity - a fukking twisted rotted body Back in the death days the korpse got fukked up A pounding of madness grew like a plagie With pen and paper I drew death in anger Now this is the tale of the korpse on the grave war... bolt The korpse on the grave Pain beyond death is real, thrust a pin into the skull Silent screams echo through coffins, twisting spine naps, cracks To achieve the feeling of death Light a candle flame in darkness Summons chilled thoughts of horror Expel the safety of humanity - insanity Felled body into a hole, lept back on a throne Cracked, split, bent, deformed - a must for getting evil Creep the visions of evil inside Draw your pupils into his eyeball It's fallen from a bloody socket Feel the dryness of cold fire - it's crying EVEN THOUGH IT'S DEAD, IT'S DYING Bones must split as tissue dries up Horns sprout yet crack as they emerge One eye's eaten the other falls out Sat upon a smashed up tombstone The colder the setting, the drier the bloo Nails on fingers lengthen to claws In different directions they point from the hands Wronged by the pen as I draw Looking crook and fukked up as they can... Shattered teeth, some blunt, some pointed A dentist's delight, the korpses nightmare Split jaw hangs suspended in laughter Spikes on spine lead up to the skull Rough as guts in design for disaster Rusted, the pins and thorns spread poison Sadistik Exekution in a picture That was the tale of the korpse on the grave Insanity - a fukking twisted rotted body