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