Torn to pieces
Shattered bones
Unborn Fetuses
Blood splattered stones

Grave digger possessed
Murders that he won't confess..

Equipped with swords and chains
He will make every night a feast
in pain..

Dismembered Bodies
Rotted Corpses
Guts strewn about
Eyes open in fear
Dismembered Bodies
Cruelty is here...

Repeat all, end..

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hmm, pretty good

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kinda basic, but it would work well for a quick grindcore song

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Sword and chains.....haha. This is 2004 not 1504 I thaugth we were supposed to fear biochemical attacks and nuclear war and so on and so forth. I'm laughing so hard right now. Also maybe you might want to do some research in human anatimy, that's if you actually want to pass yourself off as someone who could actually do something more than build a stick fire. Were you a boyscout growing up?