Intestinal Bleeding - Wombbath

Bowels and blood

Floating around

Stench spreads around

In their rotten graves

Intestinal bleeding

Shall drink from the bugle

Arms hang up

Around the deeds table

People watching

When torturing goes on

Feet and hands

Nails up on a wall

Souls burn

To the stem is gone

Stomach cuts up

Brains grind

Head who’s down in a barrel

With a corrosive growing acid

But something resurrects

And things go wrong

A resurrection has begun

Hands, arms and bowels

Have begun to draw together

And started to bubble

Again and again

They fill you with pain and vain

Sadness can be cured

And no one is a lure