The forest is moving, the trees are alive,
Apparitions awaken to kill ...
Possessing your body, tormenting your mind;
Unrelenting You've no place to hide.
The demons will eat you, tear apart and digest you
This is hell in your mortal life,
The whore you made love to, the one who will stalk you;
Her loving hand will drive in the knife.
THE BOOK OF THE DEAD IS NOT OPEN FOR THE LIVING TO SEE
THE BOOK HAS BEEN READ, EVIL CURSES YOUR BLOOD IT WILL BE
Incantations, echo at night,
Screams vibrate your head as your brain begins to bleed,
Fornication, pools of semen surround you
Swimming through your body as it pours out before you,
Dismemberment, Re-attachment,
Each piece possessed with a mind of its own,
Petrified, Insertion of evil
The sphincter of death blows you out its backside
THE BOOK OF THE DEAD IS NOT OPEN FOR THE LIVING TO SEE
THE BOOK HAS BEEN READ, EVIL CURSES YOUR BLOOD IT WILL BE
YOU SHALL DIE LIKE OTHERS BEFORE YOU WHILE YOUR GOD LOOKS
ON
FOR NOTHING ON EARTH CAN SAVE YOU FROM THE AWAKENING!!!
lead breaks; Garcia, Gonzales, Garcia, Gonzales
