Текст (слова) песни: Autopsy - Stillborn

[Lyrics: Chris Reifert]
[Music: Chris Reifert]

Morbid price to pay for a night of fun
A coathanger will get the job done
Piercing the life you let out a cry
Feel the blood run, feel your child die

A bloody pile of discharge flesh
In what you see as you face death
On the ground is the lifeless meat
Stillborn child lays at your feet

In shock from the pain you lay and bleed
Staring at the infant corpse you choke and heave
Death takes hold of your twisted brain
Slowly suffering as you die in pain

A bloody pile of discharge flesh
In what you see as you face death
On the ground is the lifeless meat
Stillborn child lays at your feet
Другие песни Autopsy:

An Act Of The Unspeakable
Battery Acid Enema
Blackness Within
Charred Remains
Critical Madness
Dark Crusade
Dead
Death Twitch
Destined to Fester
Disembowel
Embalmed
Frozen With Fear
Funereality
Gasping For Air
Hole in the Head
Impending Dread
In the Grip of Winter
Meat
Mental Funeral
Necrocannibalistic Vomitorium
Orgy In Excrements
Pagan Saviour
Pus - Rot
Ridden With Disease
Robbing the Grave
Service For A Vacant Coffin
Severed Survival
Skullptures
Slaughterday
Stillborn
Torn From the Womb
Tortured Moans Of Agony
Twisted Mass of Burnt Decay
Ugliness And Secretions
Voices
Walls Of The Coffin
Your Rotting Face