[Words: Phil Holland/Trevor Warner]
[Music: Prophecy]

[SOLO (Boogie)]
Tormented soul feeling no hope
Chooses an end death by a rope
Neck snaps meat keeps body intact
Defecation drips from this dead corpse
Time has passed cadaver bloats
Insects breed in the carcass
Feasting from inside out putrid stench fills the air
Pity the souls that have to discover the human atrocity
Legs and feet swollen with fluid
Patches of black flash excretes
Bloated cadaver falls to the ground
Splatters on all those around
Covered with fluid slowly they retch
Overcome by the putrificaction stench