If The Dead Could Speak lyrics

Cauldron black Feed the demons flame Serpent rise Black devil shame Cooked skin Evil zombie brew Eyes and bone Create the human stew If the Dead Could Speak Their skin Burns to the touch Sick puke Horrid rancid lust Mind dead Craving for smut Soul gone Dragging their guts If the Dead Could Speak Graves crypts No religion here Rotting dead This is what I fear Corpse rise Against the living few To make A human zombie stew