3 acessos
Out of nowhere the music screams
Mawkish sorrows feed your dreams
Increasing hate through despair
Your face falls to a deathlike stare
Let the flesh instruct the mind
Lynch all others unlike your kind
Plant the seed of corruption
Germinating generations
There will come a time when you must all
Go underground
Back from the grave, one's body fell from
Grace
Dead, green and meaty & a bomb in a sling
Graveyard kills the epitaph screams
Graveyard kills the epitaph screams
Graveyard kills the epitaph screams
Graveyard thrills infecting your dreams
Death spell I can sell
Death spell will prevail
Back from the grave a body once betrayed
Dead, green and meaty & a bomb in a sling
Your rotting reality stinks with greed