A feast of rotting flesh Remains of victims stored Dug down left there to rot Minced meat a dish so sweet A feast of rotting flesh Remains of victims stored Dug down left there to rot Minced meat a dish so sweet
Lust for flesh Hunger for the rotting A feast of body parts My needs my deeds An arm a leg a thigh Rotten swollen not quite dry The smell can't pass me by My mouth runs wet I start to sweat I need I lust I crave my kill
I store and I save Rotting flesh is what I crave Not taken from a grave It's my own kill that is my thrill Lust for flesh Hunger for the rotting A feast of body parts My needs my deeds An arm a leg a thigh Rotten swollen not quite dry The smell can't pass me by My mouth runs wet I start to sweat I lust For your flesh tonight You'll be my victim as I hunt you down tonightTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
