Out of the Meat Coffin Lyrics


Never bury a dirty whore alive

because purulent pieces of her womb

will turn into a hideus mass

and then arise from her corpse

An unborn

an undead

whatever it might be

Out of the meat coffin

free from the rage of flesh

The man form whom slaughter was made

will see grotesquery

creature rising from the ground

The unborn

the undead

whatever it might be

Out of the meat coffin

free from the rage of flesh