Testo di Gorecrow

As the carnage continues, the dead slaughter the dead Doomed to war eternally, just as they were fucked bred Now as worms tunneling through the earth Forgotten forever after atomic rebirth And circling above Mutant nightmares on wings The last of their kind Seeking dead offerings Picking and scavenging What's found is devoured A feast in the fields Corpse faces deflowered Black feathered feeders Distorted and foul Talons dissecting Melted meat on the ground Cracking at bones Eyesockets ravaged A murder descending To harvest and savage