Autopsy - Autopsy

Let us be stillborn

We’re mauled, embalmed, from wombs we’re torn

The madness critical

We’re charred, diseased, we’re funerals

Your vacant coffin waits

Disemboweled, you’re maggot bait

For air you vainly gasp

This severed breath will be your last

Can you hear the funeral bell

Ringing in your brain?

Falling, crawling, casket calling

You’re just a mass of burnt decay

There’s a hole in your head, your flesh it crawls

The day of bloody slaughter is now

Crusades of darkness, bonesaws rip

The only path is six feet down

Autopsy

Autopsy on your burning corpse

Autopsy

Autopsy, death is your reward

Ravenous freaks and fiends for blood

Plunge you into blackness within

Your rotting face is frozen with fear

As the walls of the coffin close in

Brain damaged, you bathe in flames

Your bowels ripped in a violated grave

Sadistic spilling of blood, you were always about to die

You’re full of maggot holes, your corpse it shall not rise

The headless ritual emblazened in the crimson skies