Terrifyer (Explicit) - Pig Destroyer

These strange thorned vines

Spring from the ground

They wind around me

As they bind me down

She moves across the rosegarden

Suspended in a dark

Cloud of flies

Her toes drag the tops of the flowers

And leave them blackened

And shriveled in her

Wake her hands

Wake her hands

Wake her hands

Dangle from thin strings of skin

Her forearms they're like gun barrels

Smoking crimson