I feel when I'm Inside of you
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 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
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.
from H I V E,
track released December 16, 2016
Lyrics written by Juan Medina
Song writing & guitar tracking by Pierre Worth & Mike Shanahan.
Bass guitar tracking by Shady Hamid with Nick Nativo at The Nook Recording Studio.
Vocal tracking by Juan Medina with Nick Nativo at The Nook Recording Studio.
Keyboards/ FX by Cameron Losch of Born of Osiris.
Mixed & Mastered by Buster Odeholm of HLB/Impact Studios.