Luyện nghe bài hát Coffinfeeder

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

Invade the tombs, search for food
Embalmed days before
Ancient stealers raid again
A fresh beyond the door

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

Consume the rotted body and [Incomprehensible]
maws ooze blood
Gray skinned coffinfeeders seeking
Eat the old last

Fiendish ghouls are chewing scraps of
Found the tomb
Roy veiled from beyond
Bring the doom

the ground they rise
Plundering the
When the die
them, not God they meet

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

Starvation of aeons sated
Foraging consume
Ancient hunger again

Strengthened by blood, the attack
Septic from the grave
If approach they are devoured too

of corpses nourish the pack
Fresh entrails crave
The is torn open
The start to consume

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