Sutured For War

You can't believe

The hideous sight of me

Fusing death, this sick creativity

Has made, indeed, a deadly war machine

Let me acquaint you and my hostility

Embalming flesh, making sure it's fresh

On my hook, writhing in distress

Under the knife my wounds will not be dressed

A new, larger form combined with all the rest

I am the stitched monstrosity

Sutured for war

Combing the battlefield through waves of gore

Corpses inside of me dying within, perpetually

I am the stitched monstrosity

Adding evermore

Auxiliary limbs and weapons galore

Corpses inside of me

Faces affixed to me

Organs attached to me

I am the stitched monstrosity

Taking parts from many

Fused as one

My final form finished, mortality undone

Shrouded by a cloud of filth and flies

Smelling my stench as the enemy dies

Crushing their skulls under my feet

They're killed by a pile of rotting meat

Rip them apart, prisoners in pieces

Dying to us, our rank increases

I am the stitched monstrosity

Sutured for war

Combing the battlefield through waves of gore

Corpses inside of me dying within, perpetually

I am the stitched monstrosity

Adding evermore

Auxiliary limbs and weapons galore

Corpses inside of me

Faces affixed to me

Organs attached to me

I am the stitched monstrosity

Sutured for war

Combing the battlefield through waves of gore

Corpses inside of me dying within, perpetually

I am the stitched monstrosity

Adding evermore

Auxiliary limbs and weapons galore

Corpses inside of me

Faces affixed to me

Organs attached to me

I am the stitched monstrosity