Meet Your Unmaker - Those Poor Bastards

Flesh does rot so quickly

Souls do burn eternally

Don’t bother asking when or why

Be prepared to slowly die

Die!

Meet your unmaker

Your undertaker

Feel the cold eternal curse

Fall into my funeral hearse

Everything is black and senseless

Hear the serpents sickly death hiss

Meet your unmaker

Your undertaker

Oh my god you will suffer

Hanging from a rusted meat hook

Satan comes just to take a look

All is rotten dead and buried

Evil grows from one corrupt seed

Meet your unmaker

Your undertaker

Hell is full and Heaven’s empty

Nothing is or was or shall be

Go ahead and pray for mercy

Your god cares even less than me

Meet your unmaker

Your undertaker

Oh my god you will suffer