Luyện nghe bài hát The Undead Will Feast

Undead feast, as they tear upon your flesh
Terror builds, at the thought of dead
of the wisemen of old
Now comes true, as the break the soil
Ancient spell breaks the sleep of the
The dead awake, what the populace in
Panic strikes as the nations run in
Ocean boil blood of human victims

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

Tables turn as a victim I've now
of death only waiting to return
Vital that show I'm dead
This can't happen, I'm rising my own grave
Hunger grows not but instinctual
Flesh becomes my only crave of this
Unthinking state, a state of
Seeking to keep me dead

Degenerate, a product of frustration for his error
Insatiable hunger for mankind, with each kill
Seeking human to meet my fill
I've become, what's happened to my brain

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

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

I crave gore, I'll eat your

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

Suicide, the only way to avoid being by the undead
Grave coming alive with zombies, hungry for living flesh
Psychotic, corpses, upsuring the population
Sickening of epidemic proportions, devouring us
Blood I to drink, I want to suck
Brains I want to eat, the I'll chuck
Bones into a spear, I'll carve and
for the quest, I'll never fill

I crave gore, I'll eat guts