Defiled

The knots
 I feel when I'm inside of you
 Rape me
 A thought that's never slipped passed your lips
 And soon to be
 You will come to your grips
 Envision me as I spit on your grave
 You can run but there is no escape
 Caressed by death
 Defiled by Hate
 You'll never survive
 Don't fight your demise
 Running will make it worse you feeble minded pig
 Disgusted with your ways
 Soon to be a memory
 For what's to come
 Will leave the casket closed
 As we sodomize her
 Ripping her limb from limb
 Fucking remaining holes
 No traces left
 As I spit on her grave
 Take a gander of snapped necks
 From the ropes that you'll soon hang from
 Dragging you through the woods
 Where the black mass assembles
 Each moon
 A malevolent possession of the innocent
 Trapped with these words, we chant
 'Que el cuerpo del difunto no levantarse de Santa
 MUERTE'
 Burn the corpse
 Engulfed in flames
 Introduced to the smell of bodies decayed
 May the parted
 Never rise again
 As I spit on your grave
 As I spit on your grave
 As I spit on your grave
 As I spit on your grave