Marching inside you re sick
exile from the world
in a labyrinth of terror
destroy a childwood
season in violence
spewing all your indignity
under a bed of souls
awaiting my judgment
under a bed of face
thousads hands scratching me
dancing together under my coffin
Close your eyes an enjoy
your decayed skull
Close your eyes an enjoy
your decayed skull
Close your eyes an enjoy
your decayed skull
Close your eyes an enjoy
your decayed skull
They are sick we the dead
your son drowned in decomposition
fucked with violence it's your whore
puppets whore a dead whore
under a bed of souls
awaiting my judgment
under a bed of face
thousads hands scratching me
dancing together under my coffin
Close your eyes an enjoy
your decayed skull
Vortex earth and blood of the son
tears and pain satisfaction and fear
a brend to the life