Condemned to the Grave - Entrails

I saw a trace of your weakness, it surfaced through your smile

It was relentless, untamed and so divine

Down the tomb in the valley, we felt the trench of death

We saw some crooked vultures as they dove for flesh

On chunks from my disasters

They fight for every part

Your time is running out

I don’t need no reason

You’re condemned to the grave

So now your bones starts to shiver, your lips are turning blue

Distorted by the panic I forced inside of you

Cold steel in your back, blood will be split

I am the man that hang you on a sharp meat hook