Fibers Of Torned Entrails Lyrics

The fatal machines move too fast
Millions of years, spent in the mold
Failed to repress their hunger

Bubbling sounds,
Follow the devastation of useless corpses
Rotting splits,
On the stomachs of alive-dismembered
Spread nasty smell

Decaying corpses disappear in the abyss
In spite of religions and the same bullshit
It appears that the gears of the ancient machines
Are more and more stronger than titanic slice

All the gears in the world
Can rotate, but these gears can not only rotate
But also crumble warm flesh
Tearing the flesh with harsh crack

The shining surface of those gears
Is covering with drops of blood
And meters of entrails are falling outside
Gut wrap the legs of the victims
Which are still twitching in agony
The entrails turn into small pieces
Raw flesh covers all the streets and the buildings

Swift streams, of bile, urine and blood
Carry empty cars away
And bring the walls down
Later, the sun will heat the huge junkyard of empty corpses
The skin will swell and start to burst
And armies of worms will start to feast
Piercing through empty eyeholes
Eating sweet sap of the cracked skulls
They will propagate
They'll complete the adaption
Sucked with rotten meal, they will be more viable