THE UNDEAD WILL FEAST
Chris Barnes/Jack Owen/Alex Webster

Undead feast, as they tear upon your weak flesh
Terror builds, as the thought of being dead
Prophecy of the wisemen of old [bad word] [bad word]  as the corpses break the soil
Ancient spell breaks the sleep of the dead
The dead awake, what the populace is fearing
Panic strikes as the [bad word] in fear
Oceans boil with blood of human victims

Suicide, the only way to avoid being eaten by the undead
Grave [bad word] alive with zombies, hungry for living flesh
Psychotic, transmuted corpses, upsuring the population
Sickening disaster of epidemic proportions, devouring us

Tables turn as a victim I've [bad word] now
State of death only waiting to return
Vital signs that show I'm dead
This can't happen, I'm rising from my own grave
Hunger grows not nutritionnal but instinctual
Flesh [bad word] my only crave of this live
Unthinking state, a state of metamorphosis
Seeking food to keep me dead

Degenerate, a product of man's [bad word] for his error
Insatiable hunger for mankind, building with each kill
Seeking human victims to meet my fill
Cannibal I've [bad word]  what's happened to my brain

Feast on the corpse, suck out his brain
As its fluids drip down the drain
Chew on the bones, drink from its bladder
The vile stench only makes me madder

In through the mouth, out the forehead
Brains fall out, skin turns red
Violent surge, a spear through the skull
Felt the urge, now my heart's full

I crave gore, I'll eat your guts

I love gore, blood drives me nuts
I drink blood, I don't like water
Intestines my cud, I feast in the slaughter
Twist its neck, make it crack

Suicide, the only way to avoid being eaten by the undead
Grave [bad word] alive with zombies, hungry for living flesh
Psychotic, transmuted corpses, upsuring the population
Sickening disaster of epidemic proportions, devouring us

Blood I want to drink, I want to suck
Brains I want to eat, the rest I'll chuck
Bones into a spear, I'll carve and kill
Hunger for the quest, I'll never fill
Blood I want to drink, I want to suck
Brains I want to eat, the rest I'll chuck
Bones into a spear, I'll carve and kill
Hunger for the quest, I'll never fill

I crave gore, I'll eat your guts