Fiend for Corpses

I eat their meat

Fiend for corpses

In the cemetery they lay buried

Dead and rotting

Exhumed to be consumed

Fiend for corpses

The dead do not hear

Not even a peep

D-e-a-d, they cannot speak

Of what parts I eat

D-e-a-d, with them I procreate

And prep for my feast

D-e-a-d, I'm lusting for their taste

These chemicals in my brain

Are commanding me to remain the flesh's slave

I'm forgetting my own name

I eat their meat

Fiend for corpses

In the cemetery they lay buried

Dead and rotting

Exhumed to be consumed

Fiend for corpses

The dead do not smell

Me and my reek

E-n-t-e-r the tombs where they sleep

I am not meek

T-e-a-r the lids off their resting place

Desecrating remains

D-e-a-d, such a feast I will create

Chemicals in my brain

Are commanding me to remain the flesh's slave

I'm forgetting my own name

I eat their meat

Fiend for corpses

In the cemetery they lay buried

Dead and rotting

Exhumed to be consumed

Fiend for corpses

I eat their meat

Fiend for corpses

In the cemetery they lay buried

Dead and rotting

Exhumed to be consumed

Fiend for corpses

I eat their meat

Fiend for corpses

In the cemetery they lay buried

Dead and rotting

Exhumed to be consumed

Fiend for corpses