Bowels Of Murder Lyrics

Bowels Of Murder lyrics


Moon of Mons
Can you hear the screams
feeble, weak and
asphyxiated
Lurid blade keeps grinding bones

In the grimy
darkness
Near the River Hate
and the Path of Worry

Stream of
sadness
As the haunted soul
Unearth the madness

Bowels of
murder
Sweep the River Hate
And the Path of Worry

Stream of
sadness
Obsessed, He will kill again

Butcher of Mons
Butcher of
Mons
Savage mad lures the whores
To cut away with pain
Repetition,
Past bears the same