Skull Grinder - Autopsy

Death scythe raised against a nauseous sky

The wielder rots yet takes your fragile life

You will be ground up and you will be strewn

With more of your kind, you’re sentenced to doom

Grinding cranium, turning all to pulp

Flesh and eyes and guts spilling, fodder for the skull

Bowels and brains, feeding the fiends

When you turn to slop the pain will ease

Lead: Coralles

The carnage, the horror, agonized screams

Rivers of horror and plasmatic streams

Red gore and agony, faces in shreds

Into the grinder, you’re better off dead

Grinding cranium, turning all to pulp

Flesh and eyes and guts spilling, fodder for the skull

Bowels and brains, feeding the fiends

When you turn to slop the pain will ease

The stench unreal, your innards reveal

And soon to be consumed

Turned to waste for ghouls to taste

Weltering in grume

There is no hell, this is where you dwell

You’ll bleed allegiance to

The gnashing teeth, no chance to rot

You’re all humanary stew

Leads: Cutler/Coralles