Deprived Of Afterlife Testo

The horrid stench of rotting flesh,
lingers in my head.
Embalming fluid fills my veins,
where once my blood ran red.
Mortified, I wait to go,
from here to my next world.
But alas I rot in this stinking hole,
my cries of pain unheard.
The maggots writhe beneath my flesh,
their eggs hatch in my eyes.
Sockets now a breeding ground.
In torment do I lie.
[Rpt]
Deprived of afterlife!