Feeble Corpse
Morte Incandescente
A gutted corpse walks to me Disemboweled in misery Cold,lonely and living dead Cut up flesh,drips bloody red A gutted corpse encounters me Disemboweled with misery Cold,alone and not quite dead Burned flesh peels bloody red A gutted corpse holds me Disemboweled and happy to be So cold,lonely and undead Eyes cry out bloody red Though he's not dead,he's still alive Speaks to me and he takes my life