Another lonely hiker,
His path was led astray,
He wandered into the village,
Where he would meet his death,
The villagers cornered him,
And took him to the dungeon,
They locked him up in shackles,
And forced acid down his throat,

Infected gut-rot!
Infected gut-rot!
Infected gut-rot!
Infected gut-rot!

The acid poured down his gullet,
Burning off the inside of his stomach,
The downie of the tribe,
Punched him in the jaw,
The acid had reached his guts,
Burning holes along the sides,
His insides spilled out of his sides,
To rest on the floor,

Infected gut-rot!
Infected gut-rot!
Infected gut-rot!
Infected gut-rot!

Infected gut-rot!
Infected gut-rot!
Infected gut-rot!
Infected gut-rot!
Infected gut-rot!
Infected gut-rot!
Infected gut-rot!
Infected gut-rot!