Well Of Entrails
by Autopsy
From the album: Ashes, Organs, Blood and Crypts
Track 4 of 11 on Ashes, Organs, Blood and Crypts (2023).
Duration: 5:06
Lyrics for Well Of Entrails
Out past the twisted trees Is where I go to feed A realm of grey gutwrench Where clouds of flies breed stench The hole was dug long ago By a freak sicker than I The family curse ran deep Until I made them die Eviscerations Horrified looks in dying eyes Prayers unanswered Just a god of death With a thirsty knife Collecting the harvests Discarding the rest The precious entrails Are all that is left Down in the hole For future feasts To ripen and rot Morbid delicacies The squeals of torment fill my mind Ancestral innards fill my teeth Kidneys, hearts and livers Intestines, stomachs and brains Fuel the supreme bastard beast