Paroles de The Morbidly Obscene

through aeons of funerals all things that should not be still thrive obesed festering and feeding spewing their ulcerous fog catacombs evolves into bogs dampened caverns harboring what should never been born through the human cesspool slumbering sickness breeds expanding from the rot into a procreat beast it has begun again the procreation feast a newborn putridity the morbidly obscene the procreation of the morbidly obscene has come to exist in a dawn of spew