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(Music: Juancar / Lyrics: Dave Rotten) |
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Entering the cemetery like a furtive hunter |
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Hiding in the shadows where nobody can see me |
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Stalking out the tombs, the most recent ones |
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The smell of fresh cadavers helps me on my search |
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Digging six feet under, working over night |
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Waiting for a treasure made of flesh and bones |
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Atrocious desire for decaying corpses |
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Necrocannibalistic feast right before the dawn |
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Carrion is my delight |
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Putrid reek i enjoy |
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Devourer of the dead |
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Devourer of the dead |
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Coagulated blood, i masticate |
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Livid sweet eyeballs are my fave |
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Red meat from the knees, of godly taste |
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Rotting genitals, what i eat last |
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Hacking up the rests to bring them home |
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There shall be no remains left for the worms |
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(Guitar solo: Oliver Phillips) |
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Hacking up the rests to bring them home |
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There shall be no remains left for the worms |
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Coagulated blood, i masticate |
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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 |
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Devourer of the dead |
|
Digging six feet under, working over night |
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Waiting for a treasure made of flesh and bones |
|
Atrocious desire for decaying corpses |
|
Necrocannibalistic feast right before the dawn |