BURIED IN THE BACKYARD
Chris Barnes

To kill is why I live
My God gives eternal life
Slice you, I watch your blood flow
Rotten brains, I feed 'till I'm full
Pressure building, the body starts to swell

The souls of my victims brings me great power
Feasting on the flesh by the hour
Lungs explode as I cave in your chest
Probing through your organs - searching for meat
Chewing the heart of my kill builds my evil will
Bodies emptied of blood to fill my sacrificial chalice
I stalk my prey at night, I need to kill tonight
To strengthen my evil soul, those what I keep worship me below
I am your worst reality, pain and torture of humanity
Violent ways of insanity, there is no end to this [bad word] 

In my grasp, I'll kill you fast, I'll send your soul to [bad word] 
Butchery of Human beings is the only life I know
My armies of zombies will inherit the earth, and answer to my spells
Mutilate the human race in search for immortals

I drag the carcass home, it feels stiff and cold
Incantation of the devil to rob it of its soul
Consume the lifeless cadaver, I drink your blackened blood
Its death flows through my body, indulge in its pain

 [bad word] in the cemetary awakes the dead from their sleep
Rising from their graves to devour the weakened mortals
Under my control, I own their tortured souls