Feast Of The Dead lyrics

Apocalyptic aligning planets Form a line with the gates of hell The soil it turns as they break loose From the grave they follow the smell Covered in the stench of death The smell of the living is what attracts They feel the need on flesh they feed Taste our flesh and feel relief Zombies, they feed on flesh Walk all night to seek fresh death Sniff around, smell out flesh Chase down, eat what they catch Darkness falls as they awake Your life and flesh they will take Young or old flesh they crave At break of dawn, return to grave Flesh eaters from the grave From the other side they come Unholy terror they will reign Smell of flesh drives them insane Feast of the dead, eat you're flesh Stench of death, with last breath.