Spit at My Face, I Will Pluck Your Tongue
de Funeralium
A swollen stomach filling the space
Solid turning to liquid
A slow explosion, all is calm after
Germ deliverance and asphyxia
A splendid rebirth in thousand worms
A plumpy breed, a crawly offspring
A deathly life and mortal stink
Blackness, stuffing, wood and nails
The stench in your coffin sums up your whole life
Más canciones de Funeralium
-
Slowly We Crawl Towards Crumbs
Of Throes and Blight
-
Vanishing Once and for All
Of Throes and Blight
