Spawned from the pits of a sickening world Coffin crawlers, coffin crawlers Breath of the stench of the blackest soil Coffin crawlers, coffin crawlers Worm like faces and filth encrusted hands Headstone hiders, casket riders Eyes like vomit stained clouded glass Coffin crawlers, coffin crawlers They open up wounds on the cast away dead Leaning down with claws imbedded Inhaling pure death from dessicated heads Grotesquely twisted limbs And wretched minds contort Lifeless eyeballs are removed With the dead unbeating heart
Posted on: Sun, 15 Sep 2013 21:37:24 +0000
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