Luyện nghe bài hát Coffinfeeder

Exhume the rotted
Robbing graves but not for
Cloaked in moldy rags, hunting
Decrepit from hell

the sacred tombs, search for food
Embalmed five days
Ancient body stealers raid
A fresh corpse the door

From the ground rise
the grave
When the die
It's not God they meet

Consume the rotted and [Incomprehensible] more
Craving maws blood
Gray skinned seeking carrion
Eat the old ones

Fiendish ghouls are scraps of meat
Found inside the
Roy veiled messengers beyond
the parish doom

From the they rise
Plundering the
When the die
It's them, not God they

Unholy swarming the coffin
Fighting for mouthfuls of
Invading the of the recently buried, to feast

Starvation of aeons tonight
ghouls consume
Ancient hunger again

Strengthened by blood, the undead
Septic beats from the
If living they are devoured too

Fragments of corpses nourish the
Fresh they crave
The is torn open
The zombies to consume

From the ground they
Plundering the
the faithful die
It's them, not God they