Entrails Evil Obsession
The story was told
The crypt was old
We have a confession
The evil obsession
Evening in a tormenting crypt
Chains around your neck
Food once a week lifetime to die
Dead flesh flowing out of your ass
Reborn to society
Crawl with anxiety
Pain from lost mind
No one can find
Death and smelly corpse
Buried in the walls
Graveyard in the garden
Their souls shall be reborn
