The knots I feel when I'm inside of you Rape me A thought that's never slipped passed your lips And soon to be You will come to your grips Envision me as I spit on your grave You can run but there is no escape Caressed by death Defiled by Hate You'll never survive Don't fight your demise Running will make it worse you feeble minded pig Disgusted with your ways Soon to be a memory For what's to come Will leave the casket closed As we sodomize her Ripping her limb from limb Fucking remaining holes No traces left As I spit on her grave Take a gander of snapped necks From the ropes that you'll soon hang from Dragging you through the woods Where the black mass assembles Each moon A malevolent possession of the innocent Trapped with these words, we chant 'Que el cuerpo del difunto no levantarse de Santa MUERTE' Burn the corpse Engulfed in flames Introduced to the smell of bodies decayed May the parted Never rise again As I spit on your grave As I spit on your grave As I spit on your grave As I spit on your grave