Paroles de Devourer Of The Dead

Entering the cemetery like a furtive hunter Hiding in the shadows where nobody can see me Stalking out the tombs, the most recent ones The smell of fresh cadavers helps me on my search Digging six feet under, working over night Waiting for a treasure made of flesh and bones Atrocious desire for decaying corpses Necrocannibalistic feast right before the dawn Carrion is my delight Putrid reek i enjoy Devourer of the dead Devourer of the dead Coagulated blood, i masticate Livid sweet eyeballs are my fave Red meat from the knees, of godly taste Rotting genitals, what i eat last Hacking up the rests to bring them home There shall be no remains left for the worms [Guitar solo: Oliver Phillips] Hacking up the rests to bring them home There shall be no remains left for the worms Coagulated blood, i masticate Livid sweet eyeballs are my fave Red meat of the knees, of godly taste Rotting genitals, what i eat last Carrion is my delight Putrid reek i enjoy Devourer of the dead Devourer of the dead Digging six feet under, working over night Waiting for a treasure made of flesh and bones Atrocious desire for decaying corpses Necrocannibalistic feast right before the dawn