Our fingers itch, we will kill, no reason!
No other way to let this madness flow like guts in our mouths!
Your screams, is all we know that could state our f*cking hunger!
Stomping, clinging, fighting over exposed remains!
Don't think we had enough, you only fed us, a couple of minutes at best!
With our boots, pant's and rest, covered in intestinal residue!
And the blood, spilled all over, we continue, to, the, end!
We will leave no one left to save!
Gonna prove hell's no place you go, but we create!
And as we feast upon your physical being!
Your, flesh, makes the remnants of our souls, incinerate!
Wouldn't even overdo it if you called us, post mortem evil incarnate!
Eridion - Zombies Lyrics
Eridion - Zombies Lyrics
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Our fingers itch, we will kill, no reason!
No other way to let this madness flow like guts in our mouths!
Your screams, is all we know that could state our f*cking hunger!
Stomping, clinging, fighting over exposed remains!
Don't think we had enough, you only fed us, a couple of minutes at best!
With our boots, pant's and rest, covered in intestinal residue!
And the blood, spilled all over, we continue, to, the, end!
We will leave no one left to save!
Gonna prove hell's no place you go, but we create!
And as we feast upon your physical being!
Your, flesh, makes the remnants of our souls, incinerate!
Wouldn't even overdo it if you called us, post mortem evil incarnate!
No other way to let this madness flow like guts in our mouths!
Your screams, is all we know that could state our f*cking hunger!
Stomping, clinging, fighting over exposed remains!
Don't think we had enough, you only fed us, a couple of minutes at best!
With our boots, pant's and rest, covered in intestinal residue!
And the blood, spilled all over, we continue, to, the, end!
We will leave no one left to save!
Gonna prove hell's no place you go, but we create!
And as we feast upon your physical being!
Your, flesh, makes the remnants of our souls, incinerate!
Wouldn't even overdo it if you called us, post mortem evil incarnate!
Writer: Eridion
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