Luyện nghe bài hát The Undead Will Feast

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

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

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

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

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

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

I gore, I'll eat your guts

I gore, blood drives me nuts
I drink blood, I like water
my cud, I feast in the slaughter
Twist its neck, make it

Suicide, the only way to avoid eaten by the undead
Grave yards alive with zombies, hungry for living flesh
Psychotic, transmutated corpses, the population
disaster of epidemic proportions, devouring us
Blood I want to drink, I want to
I want to eat, the rest I'll chuck
Bones into a spear, I'll and kill
Hunger for the quest, I'll never

I gore, I'll eat your guts