Korpse On The Grave - Sadistik Exekution

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

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That was the tale of the korpse on the grave

Insanity — a fukking twisted rotted body