Bloody Clots Lyrics by Fetid Gore
Vials of blood stored for vintage
Thick black fluid stringy chunks
Cold and slimy down my throat
Slurping back on bloody clots
Vials of blood, are filled and left to spoil
Rotten juice, the taste is exquisite
Satiate the gore
Lust and hate for the essence of lives
Snuff
Bleed and die
The body of Christ compels
The bodies of sinners swell
The unwellness breeds within
The body is greased and f#cked
Corpse after corpse
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Fetid Gore Lyrics – Bloody Clots