Gorerotted - Cut, Gut, Beaten, Eaten Lyrics
Hide my face, my geatures of painIs there any point of having a nameI stare in front, I see only redAs I lay here upon my death bedCut, gut, beaten, eatenThe cannibals feast upon my innardsUsing bark to eat their dinnerMoist muscle, inner bileHandfuls of visceraBeing eaten in pilesEatenCut, gut, beaten, eatenA half eaten carcasssoaked in bloodRotting in the heat, and mudCavity wounds, Gaping holesI'm left disregarded bythese cannibal trolls