Luyện nghe bài hát The Unlead Will Feast

Undead feast, as they tear upon your weak
builds, as the thought of being dead
Prophecy of the men of old
Now comes true, as the corpses break the
Ancient spell the sleep of the dead
The dead awake, what the populace is
Panic as the nations run in fear
Oceans boil with blood of human
Suicide, the only way to avoid being by
the
Grave yards coming alive zombies, hungry
for living
Psychotic, corpses, upsuring the

Sickening disaster of proportions,
us
Tables as a victim I've become now
State of death waiting to return
Vital signs that I'm dead
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 metamorphosis
Seeking food to keep me
Degenerate, a product of frustration for
his
hunger for mankind, building with
each
Seeking human victims to meet my
I've become, what's happened to my

Feast on the corpse, suck out his
As its drip down the drain
Chew on the bones, from its bladder
The stench only makes me madder
In the mouth, out the forehead
Brains fall out, skin red
surge, a spear through the skull
Felt the urge, now my heart's
I crave gore, eat your guts
I gore, blood drives me nuts
I drink blood, I like water
Intestines my cud, I in the slaughter
its neck, make it crack
Suicide, the only way to avoid being by
the
yards coming alive with zombies, hungry
for flesh
Psychotic, transmuted corpses, the

Sickening disaster of proportions,
us
Blood I to drink, I want to suck
Brains I want to eat, the rest chuck
Bones into a spear, carve and kill
Hunger for the quest, never fill
I crave gore, eat your guts