Intestinal bleeding

Bowels and blood
Floating around
Stench spreads around
In their rotten graves

Intestinal bleeding
Shall drink from the bugle
Arms hang up
Around the deeds table

People watching
When torturing goes on
Feet and hands
Nails up on a wall

Souls burn
To the stem is gone
Stomach cuts up
Brains grind

Head who's down in a barrel
With a corrosive growing acid
But something resurrects
And things go wrong

A resurrection has begun
Hands, arms and bowels
Have begun to draw together
And started to bubble

Again and again
They fill you with pain and vain
Sadness can be cured
And no one are a lure