Lyrics Grinding of Internal Organs - Rings of Saturn

Grinding of Internal Organs

From the bowels of the earth they will arise, I summon your dead to work for me
From the bowels of the earth they will arise, I summon your dead to work for me
To raise an army unlike one’s ever seen, ancestral beings wipe out this failed
race
Fertile earth and water for the starved true creators, once extinguished but
brought forth to kill another day
Oppressive rule returns to transcend the weak foundations of man
Awakening the undead, immortal servants risen only to eliminate
Sinking rotting teeth, screams of the frail as they get devoured
Carrion corpses running wild, there is no salvation
Grinding of internal organs creates a pleasurable sound
Grinding of internal organs creates a pleasurable sound
From the bowels of the earth they will arise, I summon your dead to work for me
From the bowels of the earth they will arise, I summon your dead to work for me
To raise an army unlike one’s ever seen, ancestral beings wipe out this failed
race
Fertile earth and water for the starved true
Creators, once extinguished but brought forth to kill another day
Torn apart by the mutated deceased, ripping you apart as your stumps bleed
eternally
I live on even as your flesh deteriorates
Spreading myself among the oblivious populous
Infecting everything around with my viral antigene
Enlarging my army of the ravenous upon you