Lirieke: Pungent Stench. Bonesawer.

You'll be dead and your arms went red
Split your skin, the saw will win
Tear your flesh and open the gash
Your bowels come out, no need to shout

I saw your bone
'Til you stop to moan

The saw can tell how you will yell
Full of blood, it's in your gut
Your head soon was splintering bone
The saw is red and you are dead

I saw your bone
'Til you stop to moan

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