Entering the cemetery like a furtive hunter Hiding in the shadows where nobody can see me Stalking out the tombs, the most recent ones The smell of fresh cadavers helps me on my search
Digging six feet under, working over night Waiting for a treasure made of flesh and bones Atrocious desire for decaying corpses Necrocannibalistic feast right before the dawn
Carrion is my delight Putrid reek i enjoy Devourer of the dead Devourer of the dead
Coagulated blood, i masticate Livid sweet eyeballs are my fave Red meat from the knees, of godly taste Rotting genitals, what i eat last
Hacking up the rests to bring them home There shall be no remains left for the worms
[Guitar solo: Oliver Phillips]
Hacking up the rests to bring them home There shall be no remains left for the worms
Coagulated blood, i masticate Livid sweet eyeballs are my fave Red meat of the knees, of godly taste Rotting genitals, what i eat last
Carrion is my delight Putrid reek i enjoy Devourer of the dead Devourer of the dead
Digging six feet under, working over night Waiting for a treasure made of flesh and bones Atrocious desire for decaying corpses Necrocannibalistic feast right before the dawnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
