"Pile of Corpses"
(intro)
piled up to the torso,
in a massive grave,
the cemetery's full,
with the long lost brave,
no more room for you to lay,
thrown on the pile,
without a name,
(verse 1)
the sick and dying moan,
the stench of festered skin,
mutilated flesh and bone,
a sea of decapitated limbs,
mangled body and inverted neck,
rotting till there's nothing left,
(chorus)
the pile attracts the flies,
dinner for the worms,
are those who died,
(verse 2)
you are destined to decay,
and rot in your own filth,
staring lifeless night and day,
at the women and children killed,
the look on their faces are so plain,
head split open and spilled out brains,
(outro)
fagile as a porcelain doll,
stiff and cold,
the pile stands tall,
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