Morte Incandescente - Feeble Corpse Тексты

A gutted corpse walks to me
Disemboweled in misery
Cold,lonely and living dead
Cut up flesh,drips bloody red
A gutted corpse encounters me
Disemboweled with misery
Cold,alone and not quite dead
Burned flesh peels bloody red
A gutted corpse holds me
Disemboweled and happy to be
So cold,lonely and undead
Eyes cry out bloody red
Though he's not dead,he's still alive
Speaks to me and he takes my life
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