A festering blob of
Flesh without skin
The necrotic grotesque
They are the embodiment of sin
Driven by instinct
It's goal is to kill
Your flesh the nutrition they need
Your blood to quench their thirst
No slow crawlers, no time to think
Flaying you while you're still alive
Their claws dig deep
Only existing to kill
The necrotic grotesque
Parasites for all that is life
Murderous and vile
The embodiment of sin
The necrotic grotesque
Ripping off all of your skin
A festering blob of
Flesh without skin
They are the necrotic grotesque
Dragging you back to their lair
A huge pool of bile and guts
Their spawn feed on your remains
Growing to feed another day
The necrotic grotesque
Parasites for all that is life
So murderous and vile
The embodiment of sin
The necrotic grotesque
Ripping off all of your skin
Dragging you back to their lair
A huge pool of bile and guts
Their spawn feed on your remains
Growing to feed another day
No slow crawlers, no time to think
You're crying for your life
Flaying you while you're still alive
Their claws dig deep
The necrotic grotesque
They are the necrotic grotesque