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"