Kicked in the Protruding Guts - Undeath

Heaving steel

On a blood-soaked battlefield

Where men meet their fate

A man runs up to me

By sword organectomy

His insides I’ll dissimulate

Taking the swing at him

Watching the life, the life it takes

He’s lying crumpled on the ground in pain

His guts are out of him

Their ranks are not of this Earth

What could they be

With hanging dead eyes

What can they see

Taking the swing at him

Watching the life, the life it takes

He’s lying crumpled on the ground in pain

His guts are out of him

Kick and I kick and I kick

His pain has no limits

I kick and I kick and I kick

Turning his guts into gibs

His guts are decimated

With my boot’s

Metal toes

I deliver

Mortal blows