Overturning tombstones
Marble cracked and crushed
Fucking on the top of a crypt
Smoking angel dust
Drawing blood, spill it forth
Seep into the ground
Stomping thru the babies` graves
Pummel every mound
Little coffins dug up
Tiny corpses emptied out
Impaled on the fences
Spikes rammed thru
Rotted pumpkin heads
We pulled some more corpses;
bigger ones this time. We`d lay
`em down on a grave one at a time
and take a big huge piece of a
headstone we broke... and smash the
head like a rotted melon
Graveyard desecrated
Rotted mess behind us
Broken bodies scattered
Amongst broken stone and glass