
The Undead Will Feast Cannibal Corpse
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[Verse 1]
Undead feast, tear your flesh
Terror builds, thought of being dead
Prophecy of wise men of old
Now comes true, as the corpses break soil
Ancient spell breaks sleep of dead
The dead awake, the populace is fearing
Panic strikes, the nations run in fear
Oceans boil with blood of victims
[Chorus]
Suicide, way to avoid being eaten by the undead
Grave yards coming alive with zombies, hungry for living flesh
Psychotic, trans-mutated corpses, upsurging population
Sickening disaster of epidemic proportions, devouring us
[Verse 2]
Tables turn as a victim I've become now
State of death waiting to return
Vital signs show that I'm dead
That can't happen, I rise from my grave
Hunger grows not nutritional but instinctual
Flesh becomes my only crave of live
Unthinking state, state of metamorphosis
Seeking food to keep me dead
Degenerate, product of man's frustration for his terror
Insatiable hunger for mankind, building with each kill
Seeking human victims to meet my fill
Cannibal I've become; what happened to my brain?
Undead feast, tear your flesh
Terror builds, thought of being dead
Prophecy of wise men of old
Now comes true, as the corpses break soil
Ancient spell breaks sleep of dead
The dead awake, the populace is fearing
Panic strikes, the nations run in fear
Oceans boil with blood of victims
[Chorus]
Suicide, way to avoid being eaten by the undead
Grave yards coming alive with zombies, hungry for living flesh
Psychotic, trans-mutated corpses, upsurging population
Sickening disaster of epidemic proportions, devouring us
[Verse 2]
Tables turn as a victim I've become now
State of death waiting to return
Vital signs show that I'm dead
That can't happen, I rise from my grave
Hunger grows not nutritional but instinctual
Flesh becomes my only crave of live
Unthinking state, state of metamorphosis
Seeking food to keep me dead
Degenerate, product of man's frustration for his terror
Insatiable hunger for mankind, building with each kill
Seeking human victims to meet my fill
Cannibal I've become; what happened to my brain?
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