Pierce and then rip open guts
Gorge into the delicious rot
Break their knees
Disgusting
Need to eat the flesh off a
Rotting corpse that's so stinky
When the smell goes up my nose
The putrid scent of death
Seeps deep into my clothes
You can smell it on my breath
Feast upon the death
Camouflaged in sweat
Croakers marching forth
It is time
It is time
It is time
Ribbit
Time to snack on human slaughter
Filling up on bones and matter