Luyện nghe bài hát The Undead Will Feast

Undead feast, as they tear your weak flesh
builds, at the thought of being dead
Prophecy of the of old
Now true, as the corpses break the soil
Ancient breaks the sleep of the dead
The dead awake, what the populace in
Panic strikes as the nations run in
boil with blood of human victims

Suicide, the only way to avoid being eaten by the
Grave yards alive with zombies, hungry for living flesh
Psychotic, transmutated corpses, the population
Sickening disaster of proportions, devouring us

Tables turn as a victim I've now
State of death waiting to return
Vital signs show I'm dead
This can't happen, I'm from my own grave
Hunger not nutritional but instinctual
Flesh becomes my only of this live
state, a state of metamorphisis
Seeking food to keep me

Degenerate, a product of frustration for his error
Insatiable hunger for mankind, building each kill
Seeking victims to meet my fill
Cannibal I've become, happened to my brain

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

In through the mouth, out the
fall out, skin turns red
Violent surge, a through the skull
Felt the urge, now my full

I crave gore, I'll eat guts

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

Suicide, the way to avoid being eaten by the undead
Grave yards coming alive with zombies, hungry for living
Psychotic, transmutated corpses, upsuring the
Sickening of epidemic proportions, devouring us
Blood I want to drink, I want to
Brains I want to eat, the rest chuck
Bones a spear, I'll carve and kill
Hunger for the quest, never fill

I crave gore, I'll eat guts