Coffins — Rotten Disciples lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "Rotten Disciples" by Coffins.
Lyrics
Blaspheme the souls and proselytize
Let rotten bodies start a blind parade
On their traces maggots sing
From their mouths locusts exhale
They hunt the victims for their new lord
The stench signifies their coming
Rotten disciples with new belief
You will be hanged by your own guts