Well of Entrails Songtext
von Autopsy

Out past the twisted trees
Is where I go to feed
A realm of grey gut-wrench
Where clouds of flies breed stench

This hole was dug long ago
By a freak sicker than I
The family curse ran deep
Until I made them die

Evisceration
Horrified looks in dying eyes
Prayers unanswered
Just a god of death with a thirsty knife


Collecting the harvests
Discarding the rest
The precious entrails
Are all that′s left

Down in the hole
Future feasts
Ripen and rot
Morbid delicacies

Squeals of torment fill my mind
Ancestral innards fill my teeth
Kidneys, hearts, and livers
Intestines, stomachs, and brains
Fuel the supreme bastard beast